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

I watched her tiny shoes dangling over the edge of the seat.

The quiet in the car felt heavy at first, then slowly settled into something calm.

We turned onto our street at thirteen eighteen.

I parked in the driveway.

The curb was completely empty.

The garbage truck had already come and gone down our street.

Every heavy black plastic bag of Derek’s clothes I had dragged to the curb the day before was gone.

I walked around the back bumper and opened her door.