On My Birthday I Stood In Front Of Everyone With A Black Eye

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Daniel’s jaw went slack.

James spread three documents across the white tablecloth. “Forensic accounting report. Photocopies of the checks you forged. And a notarized statement from your mother’s physician documenting injuries consistent with repeated domestic abuse.”

Vanessa grabbed Daniel’s arm. “We’re leaving.”

“You can leave,” James said. “But I should continue reading …