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

The corner was completely bare.

She looked at the wooden coat rack by the door.

My green Army jacket hung alone on the top peg.

She looked down at the rubber mat by the entrance.

“Where did Daddy’s boots go?” Lily asked.

“I packed them up,” I said.

“They’re gone.”

She squeezed the stuffed rabbit tight against her chest.