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

and the quiet chatter of the ward.

In the lobby, the air was cool and smelled of the rainy street outside. I walked past the reception desk where I had spent so many years of my own life working.

I stopped by the heavy glass exit doors. The wind was blowing rain against the glass, making the streetlights outside look like blurry yellow continue reading …