At four o'clock in the morning, I would always be awakened by a knock on the door of the pawn shop downstairs.
It wasn't until last night that I discovered that the pawn shop didn't exist at all——
The "guest" who knocked on the door was my husband who was killed by me three months ago.
He grinned through the peephole: "Honey, let me pawn something..."
"For example, your life."
