Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

“I never signed any such thing, Raymond. I have never even met this man.”

“Take a look at the bottom, Clara,” he said.

He stopped to let out a short, dry cough, clearing his throat before leaning back in his chair.

I picked up the page and looked at the signature line.

There, written in shaky blue ink, was my own name, Clara Vance, with the looped C and continue reading …