My Childhood Sweetheart Asked Me to Sign a Special Folder in Room Four Hundred Seven

the crooked bow tie, the neat little silk knot that sat just off-center beneath his chin.

“Dr. Klein said this clinic is our only shot,” Ben said, leaning forward so the paper hovered inches from my knee.

“The clinic in Europe,” I said.

“That is the one,” he said. “The one that does the targeted therapy they do not allow in the states yet.”