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

lines around my eyes that had not been there in the summer. My right hand went to my silver band, twisting it twice around my finger until the metal felt cold against my skin.

It was a cheap ring, one that always left a faint green mark on my finger if I wore it too long. He had given it to me when we were twenty, promising to replace continue reading …