“What are we looking for?”
But there was no death certificate. My mother had always said the official papers were safe in her fireproof box.
“Watson.”
He looked at the empty space in the folder.
“There’s nothing,” I said.
“Maybe Peggy kept it.”
“Of course she did.”
But there was no death certificate.
Then I found Doctor Jefferson’s old card with a message written on the back:
“I hope one day you find peace with the decision made for Rowan.”
Watson read it twice. “Decision?”
“That’s what I thought.”
He looked at the copied form on the bed.
I grabbed my keys. “We’re going to Doctor Jefferson.”
Watson stood. “Now?”
“Right now.”
“We’re going to Doctor Jefferson.”
***
Doctor Jefferson looked older than I remembered. His receptionist tried to stop us, but I held up Rowan’s bracelet.
