His voice broke on the first line.
He shook his head.
“My name is Rowan. I was told you loved my brothers but couldn’t love all three of us.”
Watson covered his mouth.
I took the letter back and forced myself to continue.
“I didn’t believe that at first.
Then I found papers with your signatures. I don’t know if you gave me away or if someone made that choice for you. But I need the truth before I spend the rest of my life hating the wrong person.
I found your address in a locked folder my adoptive parents kept with my bracelet, placement papers, and your signed forms.”
“I didn’t believe that at first.”
I looked at Watson.
“I didn’t give him away.”
“I know.”
“I would’ve crawled through fire for him.”
