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

said, his voice dropping into that soothing tone he used when he wanted me to stop asking questions. “Just you and me, getting you away from all this worry.”

“That sounds wonderful,” I said.

I walked back to the bed and reached down, my hands catching the corners of the white cotton sheet.

He lay perfectly still, his eyes locked on my continue reading …