Beverly's POV

I stared at Jason while my mind raced through ten years of memories I thought I had buried. He looked different now with age and success polishing away the rough edges of the boy I remembered.

His suit was expensive and tailored. His hair was styled professionally. But his eyes were the same warm brown that made me believe in forever when I was seventeen and stupid enough to think love conquered everything.

"Jason," I managed to say while my hand instinctively moved to Emma's ...