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

” I said, keeping my voice level. “The drive back to the cottage is short, isn’t that so.”

“No use both of us wearing ourselves out, kid,” he said, offering a weak smile that did not reach his eyes. “Everything is moving forward exactly on schedule, kid.”

He shifted his weight, pushing himself up to adjust the extra pillow behind his head. The effort continue reading …