Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic
Lily squeezed the rabbit.
“Daddy’s not there?” Lily asked.
“No,” I said.
“Daddy isn’t coming back to our house.”
Lily looked at my shoulder.
She reached out and touched the dark fabric of my uniform.
“Okay,” Lily said.
I stood up and held out my hand.