Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

find where you went, Sarah,” Donald said, his voice quiet and low, lacking its usual sharp edge.

He stopped at the bottom of the porch stairs, his boots crunching on the dry stone.

“You should not be here, Donald,” Mike said, his rumble low in his chest as he rubbed his silver wedding band with his thumb.

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