"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."
Behind us, Riley shouted, "Rowan! Rex says vanilla cake counts as a personality flaw!"
Rowan laughed under his breath.
I watched him stand and walk toward his brothers.
May you like
Peggy had stolen eighteen years from us. No lawyer could hand those years back.
But that night, my son was no longer a secret, a lie, or an empty place at the table
