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

black dress shoes for the occasion. His skin looked gray under the basement lights, but his grip on my hand was surprisingly firm.

“We are gathered here in the sight of God,” Chaplain Thomas began, his voice echoing slightly against the low concrete ceiling.

The service was short, stripped of the music and flowers we had once talked about when we were continue reading …