I stayed at the end of the table with my hands loose at my sides.

Fifteen years of not sitting down in that man’s rooms.

“The revocation takes his name off everything that carries yours,” Marcus said.

“The trust, the estate schedule, the policy list he’s been using.

Sign at the bottom, and again on the rider.”

Clare took the pen.

It scratched, stopped, scratched again.

She signed in the second place without being told.