Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

her fingers gripping the plastic barrel tight.

Her blue wrist brace was stiff in the cold, but she did not let her hand shake.

She leaned over the wooden porch table and signed her name at the bottom of the yellow paper, her signature dark and clear.

Robert watched the pen move, his face tightening as he realized the offer was dead.

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