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

She held her stuffed rabbit tight against her chest.

“Good morning,” I said.

Lily looked up.

She didn’t whisper a word about my military schedule.

She didn’t repeat anything Patricia had taught her to say.

“Are we going now?” Lily asked.

“We are,” I said.

I picked up her small duffel bag from the visitor’s chair.