Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

Mike turned his head and saw Donald walking toward the swings, holding a heavy black camera with a long zoom lens.

Donald did not look at Mike. He raised the camera to his eye and took three rapid photos of Tyler swinging alone.

“What are you doing, Donald?” Sarah stood up, her brace catching on the pocket of her coat.

“Documenting,” Donald said, his continue reading …