The sadness lingering in Maya’s eyes, along with the guilt she still carried, didn’t escape either Dahlia or Damien.
Wanting to ease that burden, Dahlia suddenly thought of something.
Just as Damien was about to say something, she spoke first.
“You know…” she said gently. “Do you happen to remember the name of the pawn shop?”
Maya looked at her in surprise before giving a small nod.
“I do.”
A faint, wistful smile touched Maya’s lips.
“I kept all the receipts and paperwork. They’re still in a folder at home.”
Dahlia looked at her in surprise.
“You kept them?”
Maya nodded.
“I couldn’t bring myself to throw them away.” Her smile softened with quiet longing. “I always told myself that one day, when things got better… I’d go back for them.”
A genuine smile spread across Dahlia’s fac
