Chapter 3 · free to read
Four in the morning. They had been at the counter since the sirens.
They released him at ten past five. The forgery was on page one. Page one was not the page that mattered.
A child's handwriting. Ruler-straight, letter by letter, on a legal instrument.
She had written her name that way for one year of her life. She was eight.
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