I followed him with the folder under my arm.
By 8:45, the living room table held the blue folder, my photograph of its cover, and a grocery receipt for 83.17 dollars that had been under the kitchen magnet for three days. Daniel came through the front door carrying his coat and set his keys in the bowl.
“What did she say?” I asked.
He sat down.
“She said it is just family paperwork.”
I opened the folder.
“That is what she told you?”
“Yes.”
“Did she explain the blank child’s name?”
“No.”
“Did she explain why my signature is on the page?”
“No.”
I turned the first sheet over.
“Did she say what happens if I refuse?”
Daniel looked at me.
“She said there is nothing to refuse.”
I placed the paper flat on the table.
“Then why is there a signature line?”
He rubbed his wedding ring
