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Watson knocked. “Dawn?”
I couldn’t answer him.
I made a sound I’d never heard come out of me.
“Dawn, open the door.”
I unlocked it with shaking fingers.
He stepped in and saw the box on the bed.
I held up the bracelet. “It says Rowan.”
Watson went white.
“It says Rowan.”
His eyes moved to the photo, and he sat down hard beside me.
“No.”
I handed him the letter.
“Read it.”
He shook his head.
“Watson. Read it.”
His voice broke on the first line.
He shook his head.
“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 signatures. I don’t know if you gave me away or if someone made that choice for you. But I need the truth before I spend the rest of my life hating the wrong person.
I found your address in a locked folder my adoptive parents kept with my bracelet, placement papers, and your signed forms.”
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