He drew a heavy fountain pen from his breast pocket and uncapped it.

“We need your signature, Reuben, before it’s too late,” he said softly, and reached for my father’s motionless hand.

Chapter 15 — I Won’t Sign

“Go ahead,” I said, keeping my voice soft and pliant.

“You always know what’s best for us.”

Devon glanced at me with a mix of satisfaction and caution.