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.”
When she walked into the hospital room, Oliver made a sound I will never forget—half sob, half breath returning to a body. Rachel crossed the room and fell to her knees beside his bed.
“I’m sorry,” she cried into his blanket. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
He wrapped his uninjured arm around her neck. “I found the two-eyes lady.”
