“Emily,” I whispered, forcing calm, “adults sometimes say strange things.”

“She was talking to a doctor,” Emily said, tears gathering in her eyes. “The one with the silver watch. She said you signed papers. But you didn’t. I know you didn’t.”

A wave of cold crept up my spine.

Earlier that morning, in the middle of labor, someone had placed papers in front of me while contractions tore through my body. I remembered being barely conscious, Mark and Linda standing close, the pen slipping from my hand.