My Stepfather Raised Five Children That Weren’t His—After His Funeral, Each Of Us Received A Secret Letter Meant Only For Us

above a silent crowd.

But none of them could block what we were actually feeling.

Because no matter how much we tried to stand still…

Rowan was gone.

I stood beside the grave with my hands tightly clasped together, watching the casket descend inch by inch.

Slowly.

Quietly.

Like even the earth itself was hesitating.

And all I could continue reading …