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

his fingers moving with a quick, practiced precision that did not match his slow words.

“Let me help you with that,” I said, setting my book down on the bedside table.

“I hate being such a burden to you, Sarah,” he said, his slow drawl sounding heavier than usual.

I reached for the spoon, my thumb brushing against his as I took the handle.continue reading …