« I’ll light it with you later, » he said.
« After everyone leaves. »
He nodded.
We’d never let Riley and Rex forget their brother. Rowan wasn’t a secret in our house. He was one of my sons.
That was how I’d counted them since the day they were born.
***
Then the doorbell rang.
« I’ll get it, hon, » I said, wiping frosting from my thumb.
Watson glanced toward the yard. « Probably another kid who forgot which gate to use. »
I opened the front door, expecting a teenager with a gift bag and grass on his shoes.
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