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
I froze. The lady with two eyes. The phrase hit me harder than the name Sarah Hayes had. At nineteen, Sarah had been a hurricane of light, but she also carried a terrifying, heavy darkness. I was the only one who had seen both sides—the blindingly charming girl everyone adored, and the terrified hostage no…