My jaw flexed. “You know what? I don’t think I will.” I reached for the papers, planning to crumple them into a suitable shape for lobbing at the trashcan, but they were already gone. I stared at the empty table for a moment, and then at Edward. He didn’t appear to have moved, but the application was probably already tucked away in his jacket. “What are you doing?” I demanded. “I sign your name better than you do yourself. You’ve already written the essays.”
