three.”
Watson stepped beside me.
“You told us Rowan died.”
Mom tightened her grip around the gift bag.
“Not now. Let’s do this later, when the backyard isn’t crawling with teenagers.”
“No,” I said. “Let’s do it now.”
The noise from the backyard faded.
Riley reached the patio door first.
Rex appeared directly behind him.
“Mom?” Riley asked. “What’s going on?”
Watson’s voice cracked.
“Boys, this is Rowan.”
Rex stared at the young man in front of us.
“Our brother?”
Nobody moved for several seconds.
Rowan lowered his eyes.
“I
