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your name over and over again, saying he will only talk to you. Please… could you just come down? Even if it’s just to tell us we’ve got the wrong person?”
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.”
My stomach tightened into a hard knot. “But who is he? What’s his name?”
