A new family. Two dads. Surprises. Forgiveness. When I was eight years old, mum and aunt Jen took me to meet my dad. Logan Drake was just a name, a few pictures and some stories that my mum told me at bedtime. I knew my mum was sick, she never hid it from me and I knew, even though she did try to cushion the reality, that she wasn't going to be with me for much longer. That's why she went to talk to my dad...