The pawn shop sat in the middle of downtown, a place people only entered when they had no other choice. A bell rang as I stepped inside.
“I need to sell this,” I said, placing the necklace on the counter.
The man behind it froze the moment he saw it.
His face drained of color.
“Where did you get this?” he whispered.
“It was my grandmother’s,” I replied. “I just need enough for rent.”
“What was her name?”
“Merinda.”
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