Once I handed this clipboard back to the desk, there was no undoing it.

Kara came out through the double doors and walked over to my chair.

“Are you done with the paperwork?” she asked.

I nodded and handed her the clipboard.

Kara turned to the second page to check for my signature.

Her eyes landed on the handwritten description.

She read the sentence over twice.

“Did you see it happen yourself?” Kara asked.