Chapter 9
Cori entered the antique shop as she clung to the oversized bag on her shoulder. The sign above the door was proof that she’d come to the right place. Various items sat about the building, collecting dust for the most part. Some appeared so old that the slightest touch might damage them. Perhaps they were original items the store began its business with.
Keeping her stride slow, she paid little attention to the rest of the antiques. She hadn’t come to make a purchase. Quite the opposite.
As she hugged the bag to her side, she advanced toward the counter, noting an older woman standing behind it. The lady hadn’t glanced her way. Her attention was on something inside the case beneath the counter.
Cori studied the silver strands of hair piled atop the woman’s head. She had it se
