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

of Room Four Hundred Seven.

He flipped the lid open with his thumb, revealing a tarnished silver locket on a thin, knotted chain that looked like it had sat in a dresser drawer for decades.

“Do you remember the summer we turned eight, down by the old quarry?” he asked, looking up at me with his eyes wide and wet.

I stepped closer to continue reading …