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

silver band on my right finger. “A gambling debt. Ben has been playing their private card games in Toledo for three years.”

Clara sat down in the yellow chair by the window, her mouth slightly open. “The man is in Room Four Hundred Seven with terminal cancer, Sarah. How could he be gambling in Toledo?”

“He does not have cancer,” I said.

The kitchen was continue reading …