Beverly's POV

I opened Jason's letter that night after the kids were finally asleep and the hotel suite had settled into quiet stillness.

Bruce sat beside me on the edge of our bed and he did not ask to read it but his presence steadied me.

My hands shook slightly as I unfolded the heavy cream paper and I could smell the faint scent of Jason's cologne.

The handwriting was neat and controlled and seeing it brought back memories I thought I had buried completely by now.

"Do you want me to ...