The Hospital Called—A Little Boy Listed Me as His Emergency Contact. I Laughed: “Impossible, I’m 32, Single, and Don’t Have a Son.”

jealous, unstable, trying to ruin their happiness. Megan had believed him. Or perhaps she had just been too afraid not to. One morning, I woke up to find her side of the room empty, her things gone, and a short, angry note left behind telling me to stay out of her life.