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

the morning rounds.”

She left the room without another word, her soft-soled shoes squeaking against the linoleum until the sound faded down the long corridor.

I stood near the door for a minute, listening to the quiet hum of the hospital. Ben let out a long, whistling sigh and closed his eyes, his head sinking deep into the pillow.

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