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

eighth,” she added.

Ben looked down at the empty manila folder on his lap, then at the airline ticket.

“Sarah, kid, I can explain the ticket,” Ben said, his voice dropping to a low mutter.

“I was just looking at options for alternative clinics,” he added, his hand reaching out to touch my sleeve.

I stepped back, out of his reach, and continue reading …