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

Rica. The passenger name was printed in bold black letters near the top of the page.

Benjamin Miller.

“His departure date is set for this coming Friday at noon,” I whispered to myself.

Friday was exactly three days after our scheduled wedding in the chapel, and only forty-eight hours after my family trust fund payout date.

I turned to continue reading …