The heavy page felt rough under my fingers.

I ran my thumb over the raised seal along the bottom.

It handed all of Megan’s rights to the lake lot straight to me.

It gave up any claim she had to a future sale of the land.

I tapped my heavy signet ring on the desk.

Something about the dates didn’t add up.

Megan’s name was on the signature line in blue ink.

Under it was a black notary stamp dated March ninth.