Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

” Donald said, though he did not look at him, keeping his eyes fixed on Sarah’s face.

He held the roses out toward her, the plastic rustling as the wind caught the edges.

“I bought these at the floral shop by the canal,” Donald said. “They reminded me of the ones we planted by your mother’s porch three years ago.”

Sarah did not reach for them, but her continue reading …