Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

stuffed the white envelope back into his canvas pocket and walked down the steps, his brass keys jingling with every step.

Sarah watched his car pull out of the driveway, the red taillights disappearing into the dark pine trees.

She set the pen down on the yellow legal pad, her hand staying on the paper for a long moment.

“We are going to be just fine,continue reading …