The Hospital Called About A Boy Who Listed Me As His Emergency Contact Until I Walked Into His Room And Everything Changed

the car, police found a sealed envelope, a change of clothes neatly folded around a pair of socks, and my contact information on a plain white index card, printed in careful block letters.

“Was your mom in the car?” I asked.

“No.” He said it simply, without drama, which somehow made it worse. “She put me in it.”

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