He stopped.
I didn’t need the rest.
“She died?”
“Yes.”
I looked at Ethan.
The thought of a young mother holding her newborn without knowing how little time remained made my throat ache.
Robert must have sensed where my mind had gone.
“Logan was safe,” he said gently. “Loved from his first day. Liz held him. Margaret held him. Their parents were there. He was surrounded by family.”
I nodded, grateful for that detail.
“What happened afterward?”
“Margaret and I had been trying unsuccessfully to have a child. Liz had named Margaret as the person she wanted to raise Logan if anything happened to her.”
“And you adopted him.”
“Before his first birthday.”
I thought back to the letter.
P.S. There is one more thing about my family that I should have told you…
“Did Logan know?”
“Not until he was sixteen.”
My head lifted.
“After Margaret died?”
