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

of the tray, watching the steady, deep rise and fall of his chest.

There was no rattle in his breathing, and his collarbones did not show through his gown the way they did on the patients in the oncology ward down the hall.

I picked up the empty plastic juice cup and walked out into the corridor to find Nurse Evelyn.

The hallway smelled continue reading …