Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

had its trunk packed to the top, a blue tarp tucked over the edges of several cardboard boxes.

“Go on, Tyler,” Sarah said, her voice cracking as she handed him the duffel bag. “I will see you very soon.”

Tyler did not cry. He pulled his green shirt tight around his neck and walked slowly down the steps toward the waiting car.

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