Logan listened very carefully as Hazel repeated the names, “Frank and Tammy Christopher.”
It was as he thought then.
He had not heard those names in quite some time.
“Logan? Is everything okay?” Hazel asked. “Do you know them?”
That was a difficult question to answer. He might have known them. Christopher was a common last name. Frank and Tammy weren’t uncommon first names.
For Frank and Tammy Christopher to reside in Russford though…
That was too big a coincidence to discount.
“I might,” Logan said.
Hazel was quiet a moment, as if expecting Logan to say more. When he didn’t, she asked, “Who are they?”
With that one simple question, Logan was transported to his youth, when from the year one through twelve, he had been raised in Russford by a kind and loving couple.
His foster pa
