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.”

alive. Oliver had no phone. In his backpack, police found a sealed envelope, a change of clothes, and my contact card.
“Was your mother in the car?” I asked.
He shook his head. “She put me in it.”
“Where were you going?”
“To you.”
The room seemed to tilt. Oliver reached for his backpack with his good hand. “She said not to open the letter unless I got scared.continue reading …