barely glanced at it.
“Mom, witness it.”
Margaret opened the folder.
Her smile disappeared.
She read the first page.
Then the second.
Her hands began trembling.
Daniel frowned. “What?”
Margaret looked up at me, suddenly bloodless.
“What have you done?”
For the first time that night, I smiled.
“I signed exactly what your son asked me to sign.”
Daniel ripped the folder from his mother’s hands.
His expression changed before he finished the first page.
“What the hell is this?”
“A consent package,” I said calmly.
Vanessa’s smile faltered. “Consent
