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

kicks in to cover the rest of the trial.”

I looked down at my lap, focusing on the small white seam of my trousers to keep from looking at his face.

“We would have to leave Ohio very quickly,” I said.

“Just for a few months,” he said, his voice rising with an artificial brightness that made my skin crawl. “Just until I am back on my feet.”