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

“Hannah, come on.

Let me help.

I can talk to him, I can fix this.”

“There’s nothing to fix.

There’s a warrant.”

Jenna’s face went pale under the porch light.

She took a step back.

Her heel caught the edge of the step, and she grabbed the railing to steady herself.