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

mattress this time. I slipped the documents into my canvas tote bag, pulling the zipper closed with a quiet, deliberate click.

Ben stirred slightly, his head shifting on the pillow as he muttered something in his sleep about the weather. I stood up and walked toward the door, my hand already reaching for my car keys in my pocket.

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