“Try me.”

“I want my name back. My mother’s name. Mercer.”

Kit pulled a fresh legal pad toward her and clicked the pen.

“That,” she said, “is about nine hundred dollars and a form, and it is the easiest thing anybody has asked me to do all year.”

Chapter 7 — Gold & Silver Exchange

The settlement money landed in September, and I did not go to the pawn shop.

I paid Kit. I bought a nine-year-old Camry with ninety-four thousand miles and a warranty that meant something.