I put my thumb on his name and kept it there.

Then I started the engine, because dinner was at seven, and Julian liked it at seven.

Diana set her keys on the counter and left them there, which she only did when she meant to stay a while.

She pulled the papers from the envelope and read standing up, one hand flat on the granite.

“Clause seven,” she said.

“The birth mother waives all parental rights prior to delivery.” She turned the page fast, the way she talked when she was upset.

“Clause eight.