Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic
I got up and walked to the small glass window in the double doors.
I could just see the edge of Lily’s bed down the hall.
A thin white blanket covered her small body.
She had her stuffed rabbit tucked tight under her chin.
Her chest rose and fell in a steady, even rhythm.
That quiet movement was the only thing keeping me anchored to the floor.
I walked back to the hard plastic chair and sat down.
I took my phone out of my uniform pocket, opened my contacts, and tapped Derek’s name.