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.”

been following them for weeks.

That afternoon, they found Rachel. She was alive. She had checked into a women’s shelter under a different name after sending Oliver away. On her way to meet Detective Reed, she noticed Mark’s truck trailing her and panicked. She abandoned her phone, changed buses twice, and hid—unaware the rideshare carrying Oliver had continue reading …