She didn’t come back to Nashville to sign any final papers until late April.

I went back to the desk and held the deed up close to the bulb.

The blue ink looked exactly like her usual loopy handwriting.

The letters were spaced perfectly.

The curve of the capital M matched every birthday card she’d ever written me.

I couldn’t see how a legal document got signed in Tennessee when the person signing it was eight hundred miles away.

My own legal team had drawn up these papers.