Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

administrative building stretched long and quiet, smelling of floor wax and wet winter coats.

Sarah walked to the long oak bench beneath the tall frosted window and sat down, her knees pressed close together.

The steam radiators along the wall were hissing with dry heat, but she did not untie her wool coat.

Shark sat next to her, his heavy leather vest continue reading …