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.”
He staggered back, gripping the counter. “Miss… you need to sit down.”
My stomach dropped.
“Is it fake?”
“No,” he said, voice shaking. “It’s very real.”
Before I could react, he grabbed the phone.
“I have it. The necklace. She’s here.”
A chill ran through me.
“Who are you calling?”
He looked at me, wide-eyed. “Miss… someone has been searching for you for twenty years.”
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