Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic
“Walk me through Tuesday the seventeenth,” she said.
I did.
The early return.
The smell.
Lily on the couch, the rabbit against her chest.
The black case.
The signature that wasn’t mine.
The storage unit.
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