does it do?”
I ran my finger down the first page.
“That is what I am trying to determine.”
He pulled out a chair.
“She said it was normal.”
I looked at the signature lines again.
“Normal for whom?”
Daniel had no answer.
I closed the folder.
The room was quiet except for the soft click of the heating system.
“I should have stopped her when she asked for the key,” he said.
I put the papers back in their exact order.
“You thought she wanted to help.”
“I did.”
“Now you know she wants more than that.”
He looked at the folder.
“Do you think she expects you to sign this?”
“I think she expects me to sign something.”
Daniel reached for the folder, then stopped.
“Should we call someone?”
“Not yet.”
I carried it upstairs.
In the nursery, two hospital bags sat open on the floor. I labeled
