Robert stood outside holding two paper cups.
“I brought tea,” he said.
I held up the letter.
“What is the other secret?”
His expression told me immediately that he knew.
He came inside and closed the door quietly.
For a long moment, he studied Ethan sleeping peacefully beside me.
Then he pulled the chair closer.
“It concerns Margaret,” he said.
“And Logan.”
My pulse quickened.
Robert folded his hands.
“Joanna, the woman Logan grew up believing was his mother loved him more than anyone in the world.”
My mouth went dry.
“Grew up believing?”
Robert nodded slowly.
“Margaret was his mother in every way that mattered.”
Then he looked directly at me.
“But she wasn’t the woman who gave birth to him.”
PART 3 THE FACE THAT BROUGHT A FAMILY BACK TOGETHER
For several seconds after Robert spoke, I simply stared at him.
The hospital room seemed suddenly too quiet.
