“You were falling apart, Dawn.”
“No. You were hiding what you’d done.”
Watson wiped his face. “We buried an empty box because you decided grief was easier to manage than truth.”
Mom looked at Rowan. “I found you a good home. Parents who loved you before they met you. They had money. They could focus just on you.”
Rowan flinched. “You told them I wasn’t wanted. You told them that my parents had given me up because they didn’t want another mouth to feed.”
“You were hiding what you’d done.”
“I said your mother couldn’t raise you.”
“I could have,” I said. “Tired mothers are still mothers.”
Riley looked at Mom. “Grandma, did you know he was alive this whole time?”
She didn’t answer.
Rex stepped back when she reached for him. “Don’t.”
