“Two dollars, sir,” she said softly.

Sebastian reached for his wallet—then froze. Around her neck shimmered a silver pendant shaped like a crescent moon, adorned with tiny sapphires. His heart skipped. That necklace wasn’t just familiar—it was unique. He had designed it himself eighteen years ago for his wife and newborn daughter.

“Where did you get that?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The girl blinked, her hand instinctively touching the pendant. “It belonged to my mother,” she said quietly. “She passed away when I was little.”

“What was her name?”

“Amelia Hart.”