ROWAN
Beloved son and father.
Died protecting his daughter.
That was what Benjamin’s extravagant granite tombstone read. Even in his death he was—sigh—tiresome.
I thought I would come here and finally be at peace, but as much as I hated to admit it, some small part of me did like my father. Missed him even.
Sitting against the stone I watched the groundskeepers tend to the greenery. Aside from the burial, I hadn’t been back here. I wasn’t sure if it was out of sadness or resentment.
I now realized it was neither. “I guess I should thank you. If it weren’t for you, I probably wouldn’t have met Nate. I wouldn’t have known about my brother Dex, or your daughter—my sister—Willow.”
According to lines of causality, it was thanks to my father I was this happy now. It was a g
