“You should read this part.”
Logan swallowed.
His voice shook slightly.
“If he grows up anything like me, he will probably spend too much time worrying about disappointing people. Remind him that love is not an examination. He doesn’t have to become perfect before he deserves a place at somebody’s table.”
My eyes burned.
That phrase.
Love is not an examination.
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Robert had told Logan almost exactly the same thing months earlier.
“I didn’t know she wrote that,” Robert whispered.
Logan laughed softly, though tears had gathered in his eyes.
“Maybe Mom did.”
Margaret.
Mom.
The word came naturally.
For the first time since I had met him, Logan spoke about his family without sounding as though every noun required permission.
Robert folded the letter carefully.
“There’s more.”
I looked at him.
The remaining pages explained that Elizabeth had never expected Margaret to become Logan’s mother.
