“People collect weird things.”
Declan stopped laughing.
“Millions?”
“Don’t bend it!” Owen shouted. “Get an expert!”
Declan reached for the comic.
“Let me see.”
I pulled it away.
“Millions?”
“You just called it junk.”
“I didn’t know!”
“Neither did I.”
I carefully put it down. Declan was already searching auction prices.
My husband was finally satisfied with me, but I wasn’t with him.
The next morning, he showed me his phone.
“Layla, one sold for millions! We need a buyer.”
Declan was already searching auction prices.
“We need to know if ours is real.”
I contacted a rare-comics expert, arranged proper storage, and consulted a lawyer about ownership, since other people had owned the house.
Declan hated waiting.
“What if someone offers us cash?”
“Then they can wait.”
Declan hated waiting.
Three weeks later, the experts confirmed it: a genuine, well-preserved Action Comics No. 1, potentially worth several million dollars.
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