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

Dr. Klein had warned me about.

“That’s my girl,” he said, adjusting the black bow tie again, pulling the left side down until it was crooked once more. “I just want to make sure you’re legally my wife before the end comes.”

Ben picked up his empty plastic coffee cup and crushed it in his hand, the sharp crack of the plastic echoing in the small room.continue reading …