Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

If I ask to see the balance, he tells me I don’t need to worry about it.”

On the laminate table, Sarah’s phone lit up with a silent alert. The screen flickered, stayed bright for five seconds, then went dark.

“He must have called three times since you sat down,” Mike said.

“He didn’t call,” Sarah whispered, her fingers tightening around her wrist brace.continue reading …