Henry leaned over my elbow, smelling of morning toast and orange juice.

“Is that his signature?”

“It is,” I said.

I turned to the second page of the final divorce decree, where Ethan’s attorney had typed three sharp legal lines.

The document stated under oath that my official notice of pregnancy was a fraudulent claim meant to secure military allowance adjustments.

Ethan had signed his name in dark blue ink right below that statement.

“What does fraudulent mean?” Henry asked.