The hospital gown brushed against Abigail’s calves as she limped down the dimly lit street that night. The thin slippers on her feet did little to cushion the ache in her legs. Every step pulled at the stitches and reminded her she shouldn’t even be walking this far. But she didn’t slow.
Her fingers curled around the small cloth pouch she managed to take with her. Inside was the single thing she’d decided to part with.
The wedding ring Kai had slipped onto her finger with words she once thought were real.
She spotted the pawnshop near the end of the street, tucked between a laundry shop and a pharmacy. The lights inside were warm, a faint chime ringing as she pushed the door open. Behind the counter stood an older woman with silver hair neatly pinned back, spectacles resting low on her
