An unconscious note of accusation in his voice, he demanded, “They gave you laudanum immediately afterward?” Letty looked at him, puzzled. “Well, perhaps not immediately, but not long after the baby was born. Sam, I was hurting prodigiously. They were only trying to be kind.” “Were they?” Sam muttered, his fists clenched at his sides. “I wonder.” Letty’s earlier words had banished any lingering doubt he’d had about Chance’s parentage. In all his searching he had not been able to find one piece of proof that Chance was not his son. To the contrary, everything pointed to that young man very definitely being a twin to the child who had been born dead. Even Letty’s own words, that it had felt as though she were still having a baby, added to the growing circumstantial corroboration. For a moment, a wave of such joy went through him that Sam was dizzy. Chance was his son! He knew it! Felt it in the very depths of his soul. And yet he could not prove it. “What in the world is wrong with you?”
