us.”
He nodded.
I photographed the blue cover, then the envelope.
Daniel closed the trunk.
“I will ask her what she meant.”
“Ask exactly that.”
“What if she says it is only family paperwork?”
“Then ask why I am expected to sign it.”
He stared at me.
“You think there is a signature page?”
“I think there is a reason she wants my hands on those papers.”
He opened the driver’s door.
“I will find out.”
At eight forty-five, he came home with no clear answer.
He put his keys in the bowl by the door.
“She said it is paperwork about family arrangements.”
I was sitting at the living room table with the blue folder open in front of me.
“What arrangements?”
“She did not explain.”
I turned one page.
There were spaces for names, dates, and signatures.
Daniel came closer.
“Did you read all of it?”
“Enough.”
“What
