“I’m done defending myself.

Now he’ll answer for what he signed,” I said.

I put the second set of documents into its envelope and pressed the sticky strip shut with the palm of my hand.

Paige slid a thick black permanent marker across the table to me.

I picked up the marker and wrote the bank officer’s name across the front of the top packet in firm, dark block letters.

I pulled three inches of clear packing tape off the roll, stretched it smoothly over the flap, and pressed it down tight.