“I’m afraid this isn’t a pawn shop.”
The words landed gently, but they cut deep.
“I understand,” Lily said quickly. “It’s just—this ring belonged to my grandmother. She said it was important. I thought maybe—”
“Important to you, perhaps,” the woman interrupted, “but we deal with certified pieces, not sentimental ones.”
A few nearby customers glanced over. Not openly—never openly—but enough.