Chapter 2 — The Signature I Never Gave
Ashley placed a folder beside the muffins on my kitchen table.
“Nothing complicated,” she said.
Then she opened it and slid several pages toward me.
My son Bradley, who had been staring out at the lake, finally turned around.
“Mom, Ashley put a lot of work into this.”
That sentence should have warned me.
People usually emphasize how much work someone has done right before asking you to agree to something you never wanted.
I sat down and looked at the first page.
