Bruce's POV

The distance between us had been measured in inches and miles at the same time. Beverly lay on her side of the bed every night close enough to touch but worlds away.

We had not been intimate since before everything fell apart. Before what happened with Lucas and before Jason.

The wounds had been too fresh. The trust was too damaged. Every time I reached for her she stiffened and I pulled back.

Therapy helped. The daily choices to be vulnerable helped. But the physical distance ...