Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

Tyler as he walked around the room.

“We are going to get him back, Sarah,” Mike said, his voice a low rumble. “This is a temporary setback.”

Tyler stood by the window, holding his green shirt close to his chest. He looked out at the driveway where a black sedan was idling near the mailbox.

Donald was sitting in the front seat, his heavy continue reading …