My fingers were cold on the plastic barrel of the pen, but my handwriting stayed clear.

I signed Valerie Sutton along the bottom line of both pages.

“Did Colleen sign that power of attorney form with her own hand?” I asked.

“Douglas is pulling the notarized archive copy at eight tomorrow morning,” my father said.

He took the signed pages, locked them back in the green steel safe, and dropped the brass garage keys back into the workbench drawer.

“Does Sadie get locked in her room when Trevor’s home?” I asked.