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

his breathing turned heavy and even. The shallow, rattling sound of his fake illness was gone, replaced by the deep snore of a healthy man.

I walked over to the small bathroom in the corner of the room to wash my hands. The fluorescent light above the sink buzzed, casting a pale, yellow glow over my reflection.

I looked at my face, noticing the new continue reading …