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

faded blue hospital gown. He had insisted on wearing his favorite black bow tie today, even though it sat crookedly against his collarbone, a sharp contrast to the pale skin of his throat.

The cold draft under the hospital room door made me shiver, but Ben did not seem to notice. He was looking out the small window that faced the gravel parking lot,continue reading …