I stopped breathing.
Beneath the letter was a hospital bracelet.
Tiny.
Faded.
Yellowed around the edges.
The printed name on it was Rowan.
Behind the bracelet was a photograph of a young man standing near a lake.
He had Riley’s mouth.
Rex’s height.
Watson’s jaw.
And my eyes.
A sound escaped me that I had never heard myself make before.
Watson knocked.
“Dawn?”
I couldn’t answer.
“Dawn, open the door.”
My fingers shook as I unlocked it.
He walked inside and immediately saw the open box on the bed.
I raised the bracelet.
“It says Rowan.”
Watson’s face drained of color.
His gaze moved to the photograph before he dropped heavily onto the bed beside me.
“No.”
I handed him the letter.
“Read it.”
He shook his head.
“Watson. Read it.”
His voice cracked on the first sentence.
“My name is Rowan. I was told you loved my brothers but couldn’t love all three of us.”
