bracelet.
“It says Rowan.”
Watson’s face drained of color.
His gaze moved to the photograph before he dropped heavily onto the bed beside me.
“No.”
I handed him the letter.
“Read it.”
He shook his head.
“Watson. Read it.”
His voice cracked on the first sentence.
“My name is Rowan. I was told you loved my brothers but couldn’t love all three of us.”
Watson covered his mouth.
I took the letter back and forced myself to continue.
“I didn’t believe that at first.
Then I found papers with your
