Bruce's POV

Beverly told me about Jason that evening after Emma was asleep and the house was quiet enough for the difficult conversations I knew we were about to have. She sat across from me at the kitchen table with her hands wrapped around a mug of tea.

She was honest about who Jason was and what he said and how he found her in London. The transparency should have made me feel better but my gut twisted with jealousy so fierce I could taste it.

"What did you tell him?" I asked while keeping ...