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

tote bag and pulled out the thin manila folder I had taken from under his mattress two weeks ago.

It was light, nearly weightless in my hand.

I placed it gently on his lap, right over his knees where the sheet was tucked in.

Ben’s fingers closed around the cardboard cover, his thumb sliding along the edge with a small, scraping sound.

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