"Watson."
He looked at the empty space in the folder.
"There's nothing," I said.
"Maybe Peggy kept it."
"Of course she did."
But there was no death certificate.
Then I found Doctor Jefferson's old card with a message written on the back:
"I hope one day you find peace with the decision made for Rowan."
Watson read it twice. "Decision?"
"That's what I thought."
He looked at the copied form on the bed.
I grabbed my keys. "We're going to Doctor Jefferson."
Watson stood. "Now?"
"Right now."
"We're going to Doctor Jefferson."
***
Doctor Jefferson looked older than I remembered. His receptionist tried to stop us, but I held up Rowan's bracelet.
"Tell him it's about the baby he told me was dead."
A minute later, after the receptionist showed him the bracelet, he opened his door.
I placed the bracelet on his desk. "Where did this come from?"
His face changed.
