breathing.
Beneath the letter was a hospital bracelet.
Tiny.
Faded.
Yellowed around the edges.
The printed name on it was Rowan.
Behind the bracelet was a photograph of a young man standing near a lake.
He had Riley’s mouth.
Rex’s height.
Watson’s jaw.
And my eyes.
A sound escaped me that I had never heard myself make before.
Watson knocked.
“Dawn?”
I couldn’t answer.
“Dawn, open the door.”
My fingers shook as I unlocked it.
He walked inside and immediately saw the open box on the bed.
I raised the
