The cafe sidewalk was loud with the kind of life that never stops for anyone.

— one piece of a matched pair, made the week his daughter was born. She wore hers until the day a fever took her before her first birthday. When they buried her, the charm was buried with her.

Or so he had been told.

Now that same half-moon hung around the neck of a baby held by a starving child on a city sidewalk.

His voice came out fractured.

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