“Logan was adopted?”
Robert shook his head.
“Not exactly.”
I frowned.
“What does that mean?”
He looked toward Ethan’s bassinet before answering.
“Margaret had a younger sister.”
“Had?”
“Her name was Elizabeth.”
I waited.
“Liz was twenty-two when Logan was born. She was bright, impulsive, funny. The kind of person who could walk into a room where she knew nobody and leave with three invitations to dinner.”
A faint smile touched his face.
“She and Margaret were complete opposites.”
“What happened?”
“Liz became pregnant during her final year of college.”
Robert leaned back.
“The baby’s father was not prepared for parenthood. He offered financial support, but there was no relationship between them. Liz intended to raise Logan herself.”
“So Logan was Elizabeth’s son.”
“Yes.”
“Why did Margaret raise him?”
Robert was silent for a moment.
“Liz became ill shortly after Logan was born.”
My heart tightened.
“She had an infection that became serious very quickly. Medicine was different thirty years ago. By the time doctors understood how rapidly she was deteriorating…”
