Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

far apart, leaving long stretches of shadow between the small houses. Mike sat in the dark cab of his truck, his headlights switched off, parked fifty yards down from Sarah’s driveway. The cold air seeped through the door seals, but Mike kept his hands steady on the steering wheel.

He rubbed his silver wedding band with his thumb, his eyes fixed on continue reading …