The building used to be a farm supply store, and the cold draft off the concrete floor smelled of musty wool and dust.

Sadie ran her hand along a metal rack of coats, her fingernails clicking on the heavy iron hangers.

She stopped at the far end, where the evening gowns were crammed together under a single yellow bulb.

“Look at this one, Mom,” she said.

She pulled out a faded navy dress with a dropped waist and stiff polyester ruffles at the hem.

A square of white masking tape was stuck on the neck tag with twelve dollars written on it in marker.