Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

left to buy anything, Sarah,” Robert said, his voice cracking in the cold. “The bank is taking everything anyway.”

“Then why are you here?” she asked.

Robert did not answer, his eyes shifting toward the gravel driveway where his sedan was idling.

“He needs to stand before a jury for what he did to us,” Sarah said.

She took the black pen from Shark’s hand,continue reading …