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I began to shiver nervously as the last item was brought onto the stage. A small brooch, in the shape of a bee, made of white gold and studded with dark diamonds, which my mother adored so much.

– No… no… no… no! – I kept repeating.

The auctioneer pronounced the initial price, making it clear that the bidding had begun.

– 700. – Raising the sign, the lady in the black velvet dress said.

– A thousand bucks! – The man in the third row answered.

With each bet, it felt like my heart was clenching desperately in my chest. I needed to do something, but I didn’t know what to do. My father had acted inappropriately in putting my mother’s thing out there without telling me. I was very angry with him, but that anger did nothing to help me at this point.

– 2000! – The old lady to whom I had given up my seat not so long ago clicked.

– 3500.

I almost jumped up in surprise when the man sitting next to me said resoundingly:

– 5,000 bucks.

I turned in his direction. It seemed that, at the exact moment he said it, something was finally beginning to make sense to me. Specifically, my only chance to get my mom’s brooch back.