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

out and patted the mattress beside his leg, inviting me to sit down.

I stood right where I was, my hand resting on the strap of my purse.

I stared at his healthy, tan face and saw a stranger looking back at me.

Dr. Klein walked into the room at exactly nine, his gold rimmed glasses glinting under the fluorescent tubes. He did not look at the bed first,continue reading …