He’d signed every one of them in blue ink, with the same careful loops he’d used in the ledger.

I spread three out on the table under the lamp.

Then I dug up a sample of Brad’s handwriting.

A note scribbled on a John Deere invoice from the toolbox, the letters leaning hard to the right.

I wrote out my own name on the back of an envelope.

Then I wrote it again.

The first A came out the way it always did, a little high on the left side.

Brad’s A slanted the opposite way.