remember him happy. Not like that.”
“You put his framed baby picture on a sealed coffin and said Rowan was too fragile to view. But it was empty.”
“I was protecting you.”
“No. You were hiding what you’d done.”
Watson wiped his face.
“We buried an empty box because you decided grief was easier to manage than truth.”
Mom looked toward Rowan.
“I found you a good home. Parents who loved you before they met you. They had money. They could focus just on you.”
Rowan recoiled slightly.
“You told
