“The father checked the box saying he’s the only medical proxy.”

He had erased me from the hospital record.

He had sat in a waiting room while Hannah was suffering and methodically stripped away my legal right to know about her care.

“Look down at the bottom,” I said.

“Where the signature line is.”

The clerk slid the folder over toward me.

Richard had signed his name on the main line in heavy blue ink.

Underneath it, on the second line, he had forged my signature.