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

” Ben murmured, his voice thick as he watched the door. “We need to get those estate affairs sorted out before my strength totally goes.”

“We can talk about the paperwork tomorrow, Ben,” I said, walking over to hand him the water cup. “Take your medicine.”

He swallowed the blue pill with a quick gulp of water, then let his head sink back into the pillow.continue reading …