Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic
She reached out from under the covers and laid her hand flat on the blanket.
I covered her small fingers with mine.
Her skin was warm.
“Are we staying here forever?” Lily asked.
“This is our home,” I said.
“We’re staying here.”
“Okay.”
She didn’t ask for Grandma.