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Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

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glass closer to her. “Drink some.”

“I can’t,” she said, looking down at her hands. “He controls the bank account. My paychecks are direct-deposited into an account I cannot access, and he gives me thirty dollars a week for groceries.”

“How does he handle the bills?” Mike asked.

“He pays them from his laptop,” she said. “I don’t even know the password.continue reading …

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