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

it with a real diamond when he made his first fortune in Cleveland.

I dried my hands on a paper towel, throwing it into the plastic bin by the door. The room felt cold, a thin draft whistling under the door from the hallway.

At a quarter past eight, I walked back to the bedside. Ben did not stir when I adjusted the blanket near his shoulder.

I slipped continue reading …