Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

his knees.

In the driveway, Tyler rode his small blue bicycle in slow, wide circles. The training wheels made a rhythmic clicking sound against the cracked asphalt.

Sarah watched from the kitchen window, her silhouette quiet behind the glass screen.

Mike watched the boy turn the handlebars, his silver ring catching the pale light. The wind off Lake Mitchell continue reading …