Twelve Months Later, Ethan Came Back With a Sleeping Newborn and a Broken Suitcase
Two auditors in gray suits moved into the doorway.
The director held up a second page from the ledgers.
“This is a transfer of the Elm Street property.
Mrs.
Whitaker, did you sign it?”
I looked at the gray suit and the shiny table and Richard’s blue pen.
“Those aren’t my signatures, and this man doesn’t speak for me anymore.”
The director nodded once.
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