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.”

Maribel stayed with Oliver. He answered on the second ring, alert despite the hour.

When I said Rachel’s name, he went quiet. “Where’s the boy?”

“At St. Agnes.”

“Do not let anyone take him. Especially not a man claiming to be his father.”

My blood went cold. “Is Mark his father?”

“Biologically, yes. Legally, it’s complicated. Rachel filed a report last continue reading …