The Signature That Ended Him

Waiting.

Isabella lowered the pen.

And signed.

One stroke.

Clean.

Final.

The sound of ink on paper was soft—but it echoed louder than anything Diego had said all afternoon.

“There,” Diego said, clapping his hands once as if concluding a minor business deal. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Isabella didn’t answer.

She placed the pen down carefully. Then, with equal calm, she slid the signed papers back across the table.