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

in a temporary chief tomorrow.”

I reached out and hugged her, feeling the stiff polyester of her scrubs against my cheek.

“Thank you, Evelyn,” I said. “You saved more than my savings.”

“Take care of yourself, Sarah,” she said.

I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. The doors slid closed, cutting off the sound of the floor monitors continue reading …