Beverly's POV

Bruce's face went carefully blank at my announcement about Scotland and the switch was terrifying. Like watching shutters close over windows that used to let light in.

"And what did you tell him?" Bruce asked while his voice stayed measured and controlled. Emma finished her bottle and he set it down on the side table without breaking eye contact with me.

I sat down on the opposite couch and the distance between us felt symbolic. "I told him I needed to talk to you first. That I ...