He would request the agreement from its custodian and investigate the signature through records, not just appearances.

When I arrived home, Ronald’s car was already in the drive, its trunk open.

He had taken a different route.

He was lifting a small blue suitcase inside while Ethan stood near the porch with his green backpack.

“Mom!”

Ethan ran to me.

I held him against my cardigan.

“Where are you going?”