18. Rowan's POV
I wake up just after sleeping for a while. I can't sleep anymore, so I get up and take a walk in the woods.
After another hour, the sun rises up in the sky and I return back to the house. The heaviness is still in my chest and I know why.
I'm nervous to speak with my son. I haven't said a word to the boy since I forced him and his mother into my car and brought them here.
I am happy to have a son, but it's somehow odd because I mourned and buried him in my mind four years ago.
I turned into a different person because of his death, I fell into a really dark place. It's kind of numbing to come to realize that he is alive now.
His mother never thought to mention to me that he was alive. She never thought of anyone other than herself.
As I get closer to the house,
