Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

the lake.”

Inside the kitchen, Tyler stood near the edge of the wood table. He was pulling at the neck of his faded green shirt, his eyes fixed on the empty space near the firewood outside the window.

“He did it fast,” Tyler whispered.

Mike walked into the living room and picked up a piece of the broken glass from the carpet, tossing it into the small continue reading …