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

he said, handing the card to me. “I want you to keep this in your purse so you do not forget the name of the place.”

I took the small piece of pasteboard from his hand, my fingers avoiding his skin as I held the corner.

On the front, Dr. Klein had written his professional compliments in his elegant, illegible medical script.

On the back, Ben had written continue reading …