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

I looked at the note again.

The circles were small and deliberate, the kind Patricia made when she signed birthday cards.

She had done it on Lily’s first birthday card.

I remembered the little hollow loops above the i in Lily’s name.

“The flight on October twentieth,” Rebecca said.

“Norfolk to Punta Cana.

Four seats.”

“Four.”