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

was circled with a question mark next to it. It was a debt to a man named Thomas, with a note about a final warning.

I looked from the paper to Ben’s sleeping face. The childhood sweetheart who had helped me plant the tomato garden behind my cottage was gone.

In his place lay a man who had calculated my financial ruin down to the last decimal point. continue reading …