It was dated six years ago.

And it stated, in cold and formal language, that I was fully aware of Rosalind’s pregnancy, that I had no desire to establish any relationship with her or with the children, and that I directed all future communication on the matter to the offices of Oliver Vance’s firm.

At the bottom, above my printed name, was my signature.

“I never signed this,” I said.

I stared at it.

It was my signature.