kissed the side of my head.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
His gaze shifted toward the cake.
Two large candles sat beside it.
One and eight.
Hidden behind the flour tin, where no one else could see it, was the tiny white candle I lit every year for Rowan.
Watson noticed where I was looking.
“I’ll light it with you later,” he said.
“After everyone leaves.”
He nodded.
We had never allowed Riley and Rex to grow up believing their brother had been forgotten.
Rowan was never a secret in our
