lawyer.”
Her eyes widened.
“You’re cutting me off from my family?”
“No,” I said. “You did that eighteen years ago.”
After she left, Rowan remained close to the porch steps.
Riley glanced toward him.
“Do you like chocolate cake?”
Rowan gave a small, unsteady laugh.
“I don’t know. I usually had vanilla.”
Rex wiped his eyes.
“That’s tragic. We’ll fix that first.”
I carried the cake outside and lit three small candles.
One for each of my sons.
Watson whispered, “Make a wish.”
I looked at Riley, Rex, and Rowan.
