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.”

warm, filled with ordinary sounds: water boiling, Oliver laughing, a neighbor’s dog barking through the wall. No fear in the corners. No packed bag by the door.

After dinner, Rachel handed me a framed drawing Oliver had made. It showed three people standing under a huge blue umbrella.

Underneath, he had written: People who come when called.

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