Where did you get that ring

and they need to believe it can be fixed.”

I walked past the counter toward the back storage room.

There, lined against the wall, were old employee lockers. Most hung open. Some were dented. One was painted blue.

B-14.

My heart began to pound.

The brass key slid into the lock as if it had been waiting for me.

I turned it.

The locker opened.

Inside sat a metal continue reading …