Lily’s heart pounded in her ears. Five hundred. The money in her backpack felt like nothing now.
Rachel shifted beside her, tense. Max sat alert, ears twitching, as the first bid rang out: “$500,” called a man in the crowd.
Vince casually lifted one finger. “One thousand,” he said. Bennett replied almost instantly, “Fifteen hundred.” The bids climbed fast, the crowd’s voices rising with the tension in the air.
Lily inched forward. The auctioneer paused, gavel raised. “Any other bids?” he asked. Lily’s voice, rusty from disuse, rose faintly but determined. The jar of coins in her hands clinked as she moved.
Her legs felt like lead, her chest tight with pressure. She lifted the jar and whispered, “I want to bid.”
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