“You are tired.”
“I can still read.”
Vivian gave the paper a little push with herfingertips. “No one is asking you to decide anything today.”
That was not what the signature line said.
I picked up the next page instead. It contained another block of formal language and a blank space beneath it. My blue hospital blanket had slipped toward the floor, and I pulled it back with my free hand.
“What does this page do?”
“It puts the family on the same page.”
“Which family?”
Vivian looked toward Leo’s bassinet.
“The Sterlings.”
I waited for her to answer the question I had actually asked, but she only straightened the papers into one neat stack.
“Vivian, I am not signing anything.”
“You do not have to sign it this minute.”
“Then why did you bring it here?”
She looked at Luna, who had fallen quiet.
