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

of my childhood memories,” I said, turning away to look at the sink.

The clock on the wall ticked loudly, filling the space between us with a steady, rhythmic beat. Clara did not push the matter, reaching instead for the coffee pot to refill her cup.

We ate in silence for a few minutes, the warm cinnamon and baked apples filling the kitchen with a comfort continue reading …