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I got, the good and the bad, all of it. She had promised me once, long ago, that I was the only person she knew who didn’t look away from the truth.
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.”
It felt like a key turning in a lock I didn’t know existed.
“Noah,” I said, pulling a chair closer to the bed and sitting down slowly so I wouldn’t scare him. “Where is your mother now? Where is Megan?”
