“Wait here,” I said.

I walked down the hall to Lily’s bedroom.

Her little bed was perfectly made.

I opened the top drawer of her dresser and took out a stack of preschool enrollment forms I had signed in August.

I brought the top page back to the living room and set it beside the custody document.

Marcus leaned down to compare the two blue ink signatures side by side.

He studied the looped H on the school form and the stiff, straight lines on the legal transfer.