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

I laid my hands flat on the table.

“I don’t need your permission to keep my daughter,” I said.

Derek stared at me.

His hands dropped into his lap.

“The fraud charges stay,” I said.

“The child endangerment charges stay.”

“They’ll send me to federal prison,” Derek said.

“They will,” I said.