“You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
He looked at the cake.
Two big candles sat beside it. One and eight.
“You okay?”
Behind the flour tin, where only I could see it, was the tiny white candle I lit every year for Rowan.
Watson followed my eyes.
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“You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
He looked at the cake.
Two big candles sat beside it. One and eight.
“You okay?”
Behind the flour tin, where only I could see it, was the tiny white candle I lit every year for Rowan.
Watson followed my eyes.
My mother-in-law was famous for her perfect household, but she never stopped criticizing mine. I had no intention of arguing anymore. I wanted to…