he put it in a long cream-colored envelope with his letterhead on it.
“It’s ready whenever you are,” he told me. “You’ll sign it in front of a notary. Then I’ll record it with the county. Until you sign and it’s recorded, it’s just paper.”
“I want to sign it on his wedding day,” I said. “In front of him. I want him to watch me do it. And I want to give him Nile’s letter at the same time.”
Graham smiled at me over his glasses.
“That’s a lovely
