He flipped the photo over, read the words written on the back, and went completely still.
“My God.”
I reached for the picture, but he pulled it away as if it burned. That was the moment everything began to fall apart.
“Logan,” I asked softly, “what is it? Who’s the boy?”
He didn’t answer right away. He just stared at the photo, like it was rewriting his entire life.
Then he said the words I will never forget.
“I have to go.”
He knelt down and kissed Harper on the forehead, then Owen. He looked like he wanted to say more, but didn’t know how.
“I love you all,” he said quietly. “I’ll explain soon. I promise. I hope you’ll forgive me when you learn the truth.”
His voice sounded like it hurt to speak.
Continue on the next page:
