It stated that I willingly gave up every future claim to marital real estate, corporate holdings and emergency financial support in return for a single payment of ten dollars.

I’d never laid eyes on those four pages in my life.

I bent over the desk and studied the blue ink of my signature under the light of the desk lamp.

The S at the start of my name had an odd break near the top of its curve, as though whoever held the pen had paused before finishing the letter.

I held the page up to the window light.