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.”

You must have the wrong Nora Ellison.”

There was a pause. Papers shuffled faintly. Then the nurse lowered her voice. “He keeps asking for you. Just come.”

My stomach knotted. “Who gave him my number?”

“We’re still trying to determine that. He was brought in after a traffic accident near Burnside. He’s conscious, but frightened. He has your full name,continue reading …