something inside my chest.
It hurt.
But it was truthful.
And after eighteen years built around a lie, truth was enough.
“I’m requesting every record,” I said. “Then I’m speaking to a lawyer. Doctor Jefferson and my mother don’t get to hide behind eighteen years of silence.”
From inside the house, Riley shouted,
“Rowan! Rex says vanilla cake counts as a personality flaw!”
Rowan laughed softly.
I watched him get up and walk toward his brothers.
Peggy had taken eighteen years from us.
No lawyer, court, apology, or document could
