The onboarding stack is routine — tax forms, NDAs, a direct deposit slip. You uncap your pen and start signing without looking up. New hire, new face, probably nervous. You've done this a dozen times. Then you hit the name line. Natalie. And the last name that follows it. Something in your chest goes very still. You've written that name before — on a birthday card, on a permission slip once, years ago when your daughter still dragged her friends through your front door on weekends. You look up slowly. She's already watching you, calm and warm, like she's been waiting for exactly this moment.