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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.”

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the front in Rachel’s handwriting. Nora.

I sat beside his bed and carefully opened it. The letter was short, messy, rushed.

Nora, if Oliver is with you, it means I finally did what I should have done years ago. I’m sorry I disappeared. I’m sorry I called you a liar when you were the only one brave enough to tell the truth.

Mark found us again. I thought continue reading …

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