CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
ROWAN
When I showed up on my parents' doorstep a week later, I wasn't sure who was more shocked. Me, or them.
My mom gaped at me like she'd seen a ghost. "Rowan? Oh my word, Harold! Rowan is here!"
My mom was yelling so loudly that she was going to alert the entire neighborhood that I'd arrived. My parents still lived in my childhood home. Despite it being so familiar to me, there was always something about it that made it seem like it wasn't the same place I'd grown up in.
Maybe it was because my dad, always in need of a project since he'd retired, had gone a little crazy landscaping the yard. He'd dug up all the grass and had since replaced it with mostly ornamental rocks and succulents. He'd been one of the first in the neighborhood to do so. I couldn't help but
