I thought I was giving up the last meaningful thing I had just to survive another month. I had no idea that walking into that pawn shop would unravel a past I didn’t even know was mine.
After my divorce, I didn’t leave with much.
A cracked phone that barely held a charge. Two trash bags stuffed with clothes I didn’t even like anymore. And one thing I’d never planned to let go of: my grandmother’s old necklace.
That was it.
