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

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Ben did not look up from his magazine, but his shoulders seemed to tense under the thin blue gown.

“We’re doing just fine in here, sister,” Ben said, his slow drawl filling the small room. “Just waiting on Dr. Klein to make his rounds.”

Evelyn did not answer him. She adjusted the tubes on the IV pole, her fingers moving quickly, almost frantically, continue reading …