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

so still I could hear the hum of the old refrigerator in the corner. Clara stared at me, her hands flat on the table.

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

“His lab reports are completely clear,” I said. “Dr. Klein has been altering the digital files in the hospital computer. I found the real ones hidden under Ben’s mattress tonight.”