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Cami signs her name and immediately asks whether she is supposed to use her married name on one of the forms.

Griffin answers before the notary does.

Dex signs with an unnecessarily elaborate flourish.

Micah tells him this is not an autograph.

“It could be someday.”

“It is a legal document.”

“Dream bigger.”

The witness laughs.

I do not.

Mostly.

By the time we finish, the table is covered in completed pages and the empty tabs that once marked signature lines.

The signing service takes what the attorney needs returned. We keep the designated copies.

The final organization has already been decided because I was not willing to finish this process and then discover nobody knew where anything was.

A full set goes into the fire safe.

Encrypted copies will go into shared storage.

Everyone has the emergency documents they may need accessible from their phones.

The attorney retains the rest.

Dex looks at the stack.

“I have signed more paperwork for this relationship than I did buying my car.”

“You financed your car online in twelve minutes.”

“Exactly. Efficient system.”

Griffin slides one folder toward Cami.

“You know, when we got married, I thought that was a lot of paperwork.”

She smiles at him.

“We were amateurs.”

That gets everyone laughing.

I look around the table while it happens.

The same table where we have played campaign after campaign.

Where we defined primaries.

Where people have cried.