She almost laughed.
“There has to be some mistake… I’m 32, single… and I don’t even have kids.”
But the nurse’s voice turned serious.
“He won’t stop asking for you.”
That sentence stayed in her head the entire drive.
Rain hit the windshield as Nora sped through downtown Portland, her stomach twisting harder with every red light. She kept trying to remember if she’d ever met an Oliver before… a neighbor’s kid, maybe… a friend’s nephew… anyone.
Nothing.
When she finally rushed into St. Agnes Medical Center, a tired nurse met her near the elevators.
“Room twelve,” she whispered softly.
Then she hesitated.
“Before you go in… do you know someone named Rachel Vance?”
Nora froze.
That name was buried in a part of her life she hadn’t touched in over ten years.
Her pulse started pounding.
Slowly, she pushed open the hospital room door.
A small boy with a bandaged wrist looked up the second he saw her.
Tears filled his eyes instantly.
“You came…” he whispered.
And then—
he said something that made the entire world around her stop cold.
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