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

the entire sidewalk disappeared.

Not the traffic.

Not the café noise.

Not the people now watching from behind glass and coffee cups.

Only the baby.

And the tiny silver half-moon at her throat.

The old man stared at it as though his heart had stalled somewhere between beats.

Because that charm was not something sold in any store.

He had commissioned it himself continue reading …