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.”

up.

“Is this Ms. Nora Ellison?” a woman asked.

“Yes.”

“This is St. Agnes Medical Center. We have a boy here. Your name is listed as his emergency contact.”

I stared at the phone, then pressed it tighter to my ear. “I’m sorry, what?”

“A minor. Male. About eleven years old. His name is Oliver.”

“I don’t have a son,” I said slowly. “I’m thirty-two and single.continue reading …