Paper feels like proof.

But paper only ever tells you what was written down, not what was true, not what was meant, not what a person did with what they signed.

I forgot that, for a moment, under that light.

And I screamed at the best man I have ever known, and he did not even flinch, because he had already forgiven me for it before I started, knowing exactly how the page would look before he understood it.

Chapter 19 — I Never Cashed a Check