I leaned closer to the screen as my mind filled with questions, and then I heard his voice clearly, “We cannot keep hiding it,” while Logan replied quietly, “I know, but it is not the right time.”
Then Evelyn said something that made my heart stop, “If she finds out who he really is, she will hate us forever,” and I felt a wave of shock and confusion wash over me.
The next day I could not hold it in any longer, and when Evelyn went out for groceries, I confronted Logan in the living room. I looked straight at him and said, “Who is the man who comes into your mother’s room at night,” and the color drained from his face instantly.
“I saw the cameras,” I continued, and for a moment there was complete silence before he slowly sat down and covered his face with his hands.
After a long pause, he whispered, “I knew this day would come,” and when I demanded an answer, he finally looked up with guilt in his eyes and said, “That man is named Harold, and he is my father.”
I felt my mind go blank because I knew his father was supposed to have died twenty years ago, and I asked in disbelief, “Your father died years ago,” but Logan shook his head and said, “That is what everyone believes.”