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

A crowd cheered and shouted over the music.

“What,” Derek said.

He’d sighed loudly before answering.

He did it every time we talked about schedules, grocery bills, or money.

It was his way of letting me know my very existence was a drain on his time.

“Where are you?” I asked.

“Do you always have to check up on me?” Derek said.

“I’m busy.”