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

Behind her, a tall man in a dark grey suit walked into the small room.

He had a leather folder under his arm and a small silver badge pinned to his lapel.

“Benjamin, Sarah, this is Investigator Miller from the state medical board,” Diane said, adjusting her glasses.

Ben sat up a little straighter, the manila folder on his lap sliding down an inch.

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