THE AIR BETWEEN THEM

Jessica stepped backward as if he had struck the air between them.

“You told me she signed.”

“I thought she would.”

“You told me she signed.”

“I was going to fix it.”

My voice came out lower than I expected.

“How did my signature get on that document?”

He stopped breathing.

That was my answer.

But I made him say it.

“How?”

“I had an old copy.”

“Of my signature?”