Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic
“You’re crazy,” Derek said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.
You came home early and broke into my private property.
That case belongs to me.”
“It’s a joint lockbox sitting in our shared hallway,” I said.
“And a fake signature on a state legal document is a felony.”
“Are you threatening me?” Derek asked.
“I’m asking you to explain why you printed an abandonment petition and left our four-year-old daughter alone on a couch,” I said.