My “Golden Child” Sold My Late Wife’s Necklace—Until The Pawn Shop Called Me

reached for my phone, and opened my browser.

“Pawn shops Phoenix,” I typed.

The sixth shop answered on the second ring.

“Desert Gold Pawn,” a man said. “This is Harold.”

“I’m looking for a gold necklace with a heart-shaped locket,” I said. “I believe it was sold to you yesterday.”

There was a pause long enough for my heart to pound once, twice.

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