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Doctor Jefferson nodded.
“No,” I said. “You don’t understand. But you will.”
“It was ours.”
Watson’s voice cracked. “Where is he?”
“I don’t know now,” the doctor said. “The couple moved years ago.”
I held up the photo. “He found us first.”
***
When we pulled into the driveway, the party was still loud. Riley and Rex were still laughing in the backyard, and my mother’s car sat near the curb.
Watson reached for my hand. “Let me go in first.”
“He found us first.”
“No,” I said. “You’re coming with me.”
We climbed the porch steps together.
A tall boy stood near the railing, as if he’d been deciding whether to knock or run.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I left the box and walked away. But I heard them laughing out back, and I couldn’t leave.”
I knew him before he said another word.
“You’re coming with me.”
“Rowan.”
His eyes filled. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to call you.”
“You don’t have to call me anything yet.”
He looked at Watson. “Are you angry?”
Watson made a broken sound. “At you? Never.”
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