Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

“I do not want your money, Donald,” Sarah said, though her eyes lingered on the blue slip.

“It is not for you,” Donald said, looking back at her. “It is for Tyler to have a yard and a roof that does not leak.”

Mike looked at the check from the doorway, noting the neat blue ink and the bold printed name at the top of the slip.

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