Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

and gave a slow, deliberate nod that ended in a thin smile.

“Do not look at him, Sarah,” Mike said in his slow, low rumble.

“He has my signature on those papers, Mike,” she whispered, her voice a rapid, nervous rush. “He told his lawyer I abandoned the apartment.”

“He can say whatever he wants outside those doors,” Mike said.

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