Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

for the hearing anymore,” Mike said.

He shifted the truck into drive as Donald closed the sedan’s trunk with a loud metallic thud.

The white fluorescent lights of the county court lobby hummed at nine the next morning.

Sarah sat on the edge of a yellow plastic chair, her fingers working continuously at the Velcro straps of her blue wrist brace. Her face continue reading …