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

I stood up and pushed my chair in.

I didn’t raise my voice.

I didn’t call him a name.

“You can’t do this to me,” Derek said.

“I’m her father.”

I walked to the door and pulled it open.

Marcus was waiting in the hall.

“I’m going to the hospital,” I told Rebecca.