Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic
I set a metal grater in a glass bowl and started shredding the block, keeping the pieces even.
The steady motion of the blade cutting through the cheese felt grounding.
I measured exactly two tablespoons of butter and half a cup of whole milk into a glass measuring cup.
“Can I stir?” Lily asked.
I brought the bowl over to the island and handed her a wooden spoon.
“Stir slowly,” I said.
“Keep it in the bowl.”
She mixed the grated cheese in careful circles.