One of My Triplets Passed Away Six Months After Birth 0n Their 18th Birthday, I Found a Box on the Doorstep Labeled, ‘Happy Birthday, Brothers!’

“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.