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

trust until you know what these papers mean.”

“I won’t,” I said.

But I knew I was lying to her, and the weight of that lie felt like a physical hand pressing down on my chest. I had to keep Clara from calling the sheriff before I could get proof of what Dr. Klein and Ben were doing.

I escorted her to her car, watched her pull out onto the main road, and continue reading …