Beverly's POV

The estate felt different when we returned, it felt like I was coming home after years away instead of just a week. Bruce helped me out of the car carefully, treating me like fragile glass that might shatter from rough handling. I hated feeling like an invalid but I could not deny the relief of being somewhere familiar.

Our bedroom had been completely transformed in my absence. A mini fridge sat in the corner, stocked with every craving I had mentioned over the past months. ...