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

cold wind.

The street outside was busy with afternoon traffic, the town of Oakridge moving along in its usual quiet way. I stood on the sidewalk for a moment, letting the cold air clear my head before walking back to my car.

The dry leaves scraped against the pavement, a hollow sound that seemed to follow me all the way to the door. I unlocked the car,continue reading …