Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

stopped directly in front of Sarah and held it out.

“Are you Sarah?” the woman asked.

Sarah looked up, her fingers tightening on her blue wrist brace. “Yes.”

“You have been served,” the woman said, dropping the envelope into Sarah’s lap before turning back toward the exit.

Shark took the envelope and tore the top edge, spreading the papers continue reading …