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

at the back of my neck and settling deep in my lower back.

“I thought we were going to wait for the specialist’s second opinion,” I said.

“We don’t have time for second opinions, kid,” he said, his smile remaining steady even as his eyes stayed perfectly flat. “I just want to make sure you are taken care of when I am gone.”

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