The hospital called and said a little boy had listed me as his emergency contact. I laughed nervously and said, “That’s impossible. I’m 32, single, and I don’t have a son.”

No visitors except approved personnel.”
“I barely know him.”
“But his mother trusted you.”
I looked at the letter in my hand.
Twelve years of silence, and Rachel had still remembered me as the person who saw both sides.
So I went back into the room, pulled the chair closer to Oliver’s bed, and said, “I’m not leaving tonight.”
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