Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

with a calm expression.

“We should get some lunch, Tyler,” Donald said, patting the boy on the shoulder. “Your mom has some unpacking to do.”

He walked toward his silver sedan, his brass keys jingling in his hand as he waved to Sarah.

“I will call you tomorrow,” Donald said.

The sedan pulled away from the curb, leaving the quiet street empty under the continue reading …