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to demanding. “Did he hand anything to you?”
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.”
I looked from Carter’s approaching figure to the USB drive clutched tightly in my hand, then down at Noah, who was watching me with wide, terrified eyes, waiting to see if I would do what his mother had asked.
