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