{KAYLA}
"I don't understand."
My eyes skim the document he just put in front of me before going back to the title.
Prenuptial Agreement.
I would never admit it, but it's an enormous amount of pressure to be sitting at his desk, in his seat. The same one that makes him look so big and impressive. With a pen held tight in my hand, and all my focus on stopping said hand from trembling, I feel like a kid at her dad's desk.
A kid who doesn't get the big, complicated adult words. This is why math is so much better. It always means the same thing. Anyone can understand it. Words are difficult, and Nate is using that against me.
"There's nothing to understand," Nate says for the fifth time. "However, we do have to be at the town hall by eleven a.m., so I'd appreciate your pretty signature on the paper, Kayla." There's no impatience in his tone, only in the words he chooses.
