Page three had the signature.

Blue ink, a looped capital D, the V tilted to the left.

A fold ran right through the date line, and the copier had turned the day into a gray smudge.

The notary seal said Saginaw.

Diane has never been to Saginaw in her life.

She says the bridge makes her hands ache on the steering wheel.

I stood at that counter longer than the copy took.

The clerk asked if I wanted to see anything else, and I said no, then I said yes and asked for the filing receipt with the time stamp.