The Signature

Then one detail froze him. Across the page was Carl’s unmistakable signature. Luke recognized the flourish of the “C” and the sweeping underline from birthday cards and notes. “Carl Jensen,” it read boldly. His stomach tightened. Carl himself had written this. But why attach his name to gibberish? Luke’s whisper echoed the question: “What were you doing, Grandpa?”
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