Leaning into the doorway to get a better look before making your decision, you catch a glimpse of something, light reflecting off
a shiny object, your eyes hunt for it before finally spotting something. Your blood runs cold. To the right of the counter, you see a hand poking out from behind it, the light from the doorway glinting off of a shiny wedding ring on it.
You think about just walking away but then the store's phone suddenly starts ringing, it's an old style rotary phone, cute, you can see the handset vibrate against it's cradle where the phone is sat on the counter next to the envelope.
The persistent ringing seems to resonate with your sense of morals, you can't just walk away, you have to do something, there is a guy, possibly dead or injured lying here. Damn it. This is turning out to be one of those days.
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