But I also wanted to make sure we had everything documented on our end.
Just so there are no delays, no confusion in the room.” She smiled.
“You know how I like things organized.”
“I do,” I said.
She reached to the side of her chair and lifted a thin folder.
Set it on the table beside her bowl.
Didn’t open it yet.
“It’s just a one-page document,” she said.
“The clinic recommended it, actually.
It’s a voluntary confirmation — just you stating in writing that the handover is your intention.
It makes everything smoother.”
Renata was very still beside me.
“Can I see it?” I said.
Penelope opened the folder and slid the page across the table.
I read it slowly.
I already knew what it said — Marcus had told me — but I read every word anyway.
The language was dense for something supposedly simple.
Voluntary surrender.
No dispute.
Waiver of any future claim.
