“Point to it, but don’t touch the paper anywhere a signature might be.”

I lifted the custody document by its very top corners and set it on the glass.

I turned straight to the last page.

A notary stamp from a county in Maryland sat beside a signature line.

My name was signed in blue ink.

The date next to it was four days ago.

Four days ago I had still been on a transport plane flying out of Germany.

“Look at the H,” I said.