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.”

I could handle it, but I can’t risk Oliver. He doesn’t know everything. Please don’t let him go with Mark. Call Detective Jonah Reed at the number below. He knows part of it.

You don’t owe me anything. I know that. But you once saw me clearly when everyone else only saw what was easy. I’m asking you to see my son now.

Rachel.

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