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

It held the few clean clothes I had bought for her at the base exchange.

I helped her slide her arms into a warm winter coat and zipped it up to her chin.

Lily slid off the bed.

Her sneakers touched the linoleum floor.

She stood perfectly still.

I knelt down to her eye level.

“You’re coming home with me,” I said.

“Just me and you.”