The old man studied the tired looking young woman and her daughter as they entered his shop. “Don’t wander, Cindy,” the woman sighed.
“Can I help you, Miss?” he asked.
The woman spun around. “I’m just looking.”
“That’s what they all say.”
“Interesting name for a secondhand shop,” she commented, changing the subject.
The old man smiled. “Ever After is for anyone looking for an end to their story – or a new beginning.”
The woman fingered an iron-wrought skeleton key. “Just like that?”
“Of course.” He glanced at Cindy, playing with a China doll in the corner. “For a price.”