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.”

name Oliver Vance?”

“No.”

“Do you know a woman named Rachel Vance?”

The name hit like ice water. I hadn’t heard it in twelve years. Rachel had been my college roommate, my closest friend—and eventually the person who disappeared from my life after one terrible night, one accusation, and a silence we never repaired.

“I knew her,” I whispered.

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