The hospital called and said a little boy had listed me as his emergency contact. I laughed nervously and said, “That’s impossible. I’m 32, single, and I don’t have a son.” But when they told me he wouldn’t stop asking for me, I drove there… and the moment I walked into his room, my world stopped…

Inside Room 214 sat a skinny dark-haired boy propped against white pillows. His wrist was wrapped in a cast, his lip split from the crash.

But it was his eyes that stopped me cold.

Wide.

Nervous.

Painfully familiar.

The moment I stepped into the room, he looked straight at me.

“Claire?” he whispered.

My throat went dry.

“Yes.”

His chin trembled slightly.

“Mom said if something bad happened… I had to find the lady who sees everything.”

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I stood frozen beside the hospital door.

“The lady who sees everything?” I repeated softly.