“Sign them!” my husband sneered, one arm around my sister’s waist as she rubbed her stomach and smiled like she’d already won. I swallowed the humi:liation, picked up the pen, and signed every page without a tear. “That’s more like it,” he laughed. But when his mother opened the final folder, the color vanished from her face. She looked at me, trembling—and finally understood what I had actually signed.
“Sign them!” my husband sneered, one arm locked around my sister’s waist while her hand rested possessively over the small
