I Mourned One of My Triplets for 18 Years—Then a Box Labeled “Happy Birthday, Brothers” Exposed a Secret No One Could Imagine

there were three.”

Watson stood beside me.

“You told us Rowan died.”

My mother’s hand tightened around the gift bag.

“Not now. Let’s do this later, when the backyard isn’t crawling with teenagers.”

“No,” I said. “Let’s do it now.”

The backyard fell silent.

Riley appeared first at the patio door.

Rex followed immediately behind him.

“Mom?” Riley asked. “What’s continue reading …