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

here any minute with the discharge papers,” Ben said, his eyes still fixed on the closed folder.

He began to flip the cover open, his thumb catching on the edge.

“I can finally get out of this place and start the treatment,” he said.

The door handle clicked, the latch sliding back with a sharp metallic pop.

Dr. Klein walked in, holding a metal clipboard continue reading …