Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

room.”

“Does she talk to her family?” Mike asked.

“She does not have any,” Tyler said. “Donald says we only need him.”

Mike stared at the small boy, realizing the quiet grid of rules this man had laid over their lives. It was not a sudden burst of temper in a driveway, but a slow, calculated tightening that left no room to breathe.

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