#Chapter 187: Secret Family

“Your… son…?” I continued pointing at the framed picture of Logan, confusedly looking between it and Tammy. “Oh,” she said suddenly. “This must be very confusing for you if you know him. I doubt he talks about us.” “He’s ashamed of us,” Frank said, sitting. Candy curled into the space beside him. On the television, a black and white western played, with the volume low. “Don’t say that,” Tammy said, smiling, but there was something sad about it. “He’s just so important, he’s too busy to check in. That’s all.” She looked at me. “Tell Frank how important Logan is.” “He is important,” I admitted to Frank before looking back to Tammy. “But I don’t understand. How can you be Logan’s parents if he’s a Hatfield?” I’d met his parents at the high society parties. They didn’t strike me as particularly memorable people. Even Logan didn’t interact with them much. But they were still clearly his family. They all looked alike. “We were his foster parents,” Frank said. “When those rich bas