It was tiny and yellowed at the edges.
“Don’t trust Grandma.”
The printed name was Rowan.
Behind it was a photo of a young man near a lake.
He had Riley’s mouth, Rex’s height, Watson’s jaw, and my eyes.
I made a sound I’d never heard come out of me.
Watson knocked. “Dawn?”
I couldn’t answer him.
I made a sound I’d never heard come out of me.
“Dawn, open the door.”
I unlocked it with shaking fingers.
He stepped in and saw the box on the bed.
I held up the bracelet. “It says Rowan.”
Watson went white.
“It says Rowan.”
His eyes moved to the photo, and he sat down hard beside me.
“No.”
I handed him the letter.
“Read it.”
He shook his head.
“Watson. Read it.”
