“STORAGE AUCTION TODAY — UNITS START AT $20.”
She stared at it for a long moment.
The idea felt ridiculous. Gambling money on abandoned belongings when she barely had enough to feed her kids?
Still, curiosity tugged at her.
By the afternoon, she found herself standing among a crowd at the storage facility, holding Mateo’s hand while Rosie clung to her coat.
Metal doors rolled open one by one.
Inside each unit were fragments of forgotten lives—boxes, furniture, dusty photos, broken appliances.
Some bidders shouted excitedly.
Others shook their heads and walked away.
Alicia had $38 in her wallet.
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