Fallen Hearts (Casteel 3)

home to get some rest and let me rest. She took the

baby into the nursery and I slept for a few hours. I

dreamed of my baby, of Logan and of Troy, and

awoke with Annie's name on my lips. Oh, I was

certain, I just knew she was Troy's baby, and I vowed

Logan would never know--her love for him, and my

love for him, would make it all up to him.

I painfully scooted myself out of bed and

slowly walked down the hall to the glassed-in nursery.

A raucous voice greeted me from the end of the hall.

"Well, looky who's finally up and about."

Fanny was sitting in a wheelchair being pushed

by a private nurse.

"Which one's your little boy?" I asked. "Luke? I named him after Pa. Luke's there, the

handsomest one in the row," she said. I could see her

filled with genuine love and pride.

"He is a beautiful baby," I agreed.

"I knew ya would think so, Heaven. Ya married

his fatha and he looks just like 'im. Where's yer little

girl?"

I pointed out Annie She was howling.

"Are ya sure, Heaven? Why, she don't look like

no one around here."

That sent a chill through me. Fanny could never

know, never suspect the truth. I pasted a smile on my

face. "Why, Fanny," I teased her, "with her wailing

like that, she looks a little like you did last night." Even Fanny had to laugh.

"I'll be seein' ya, sista," she said. Then she had

her nurse push her back to her room. "An' don't go too

fast! I wanna peek inta all the rooms," Fanny