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

to the clinic in Switzerland before Friday,” he said, his fingers twitching against the blue hospital blanket. “They only hold the reservation for forty-eight hours.”

“I know,” I said.

“You didn’t have any trouble with the signatures, did you?” he asked.

“Everything is in order,” I said, keeping my voice soft and level.

He reached out a hand, his palm continue reading …