“I hope one day you find peace with the decision made for Rowan.”
Watson read it twice.
“Decision?”
“That’s what I thought.”
His eyes moved toward the placement form lying on the bed.
I grabbed my keys.
“We’re going to Doctor Jefferson.”
Watson stood.
“Now?”
“Right now.”
Doctor Jefferson looked much older than I remembered.
His receptionist initially tried to stop us, but I held up Rowan’s hospital bracelet.
“Tell him it’s about the baby he told me was dead.”
A minute later, after she showed him the bracelet, he opened his office door.
I placed it on his desk.
“Where did this come from?”
The expression on his face changed instantly.
“Where did you get that?”
“From my son.”
His eyes dropped toward the copied form in my hand.
“I want Rowan’s records,” I said.
“There are procedures, Dawn.”
“Then get me the form.”
