was no death certificate.
Mom had always told me the official documents were stored safely in her fireproof box.
“Watson.”
He stared at the empty section of the folder.
“There’s nothing,” I said.
“Maybe Peggy kept it.”
“Of course she did.”
Then I found Doctor Jefferson’s old business card.
Something had been handwritten 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.”
His eyes moved toward the placement form lying on the bed.
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