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

his knee.

Beneath the table —

one of his feet twitched.

The fork slipped from his hand.

The children stared.

The old man gasped.

And just before he could speak, the blanket shifted enough for him to glimpse the baby’s neck —

where a tiny silver charm hung.

A charm shaped like a half-moon.

The exact same one

his dead daughter was buried with.

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