Rose's POV

I stared at Rowan for a long time, seeing the devotion in his eyes, envying his open display of sincere love for our mother. Even though I am his half-sister, I still feel inferior to the family. In a strange way, it felt good because I harbored a secret crush on Rowan. Maybe, just maybe, he might see me as more than a sister, or maybe not.

It was midnight. Rowan slept beside our mother's bed while I strolled around the hospital, nursing my tenth cup of coffee. I was seeking out any attractive woman who might be open to a fling, something to help me blow off...