Fixer POV
The day was exhausting. All I wanted to do was go home and hold onto Tank. I need his quiet support.
I had never signed so many pieces of paper; I was starting to get cramps in my hands from holding the pen.
My head was spinning with information overload, and I thought it would explode at any moment, with all that I was trying to take in. In the end, I signed away, not bothering to take in the last few; it was too much. I could have been signing the change of cheesecake ingredients, for all I knew. I would hate that, I love cheesecake.
Gramps and the lawyer explained each page before I signed; the lawyer's voice became a droning background noise, and more than half didn't sink in. I hadn't heard of many of these places or businesses I now owned.
"Can you send me copies or a
