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
