Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic

She opened the trunk of her silver sedan.

She tossed the blue canvas bag inside and slammed the lid.

At fourteen nineteen, she backed out of my driveway and drove away.

The video kept playing on the laptop.

The oak tree dropped another leaf.

The house sat perfectly still in the autumn sun.

“She just left,” I said.

Rebecca pressed the spacebar to pause the video.