Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

yard has a fence.”

Sarah looked at the key, her face pale under the kitchen lights.

“Is it safe?” she asked, her voice barely louder than the wind outside.

“Donald does not know the landlord,” Mike said. “And the lease is in my name.”

“He always finds a way,” she said.

“Not this time,” Mike said.

He laid the key on the wooden table between continue reading …