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

the police even book me.”

“No,” I said.

“Sarah, please,” he said, reaching out to touch my arm. “They will kill me.”

I stepped back, out of his reach.

“I regret the twenty years before this day, Ben,” I said.

Two deputy sheriffs in tan uniforms entered the room, their heavy boots squeaking on the clean floor. Investigator Miller pointed continue reading …