Where did you get that ring

you’re okay?” she asked.

I looked at the old building. The front door was chained, but I knew the side alley. Henry had shown me that entrance years ago.

“I think my husband left something for me.”

Marlene’s expression changed. She did not ask questions. She simply nodded, took my suitcase from the bus, and set it beside me.

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