lap still burning on my cheek, Mike

he said. "These

Mike," I said, my vo

worn duffel bag, the only thing I had left from m

cheap fabric of the bag, strained beyo

omething small and fl

her, but her eyes... they were my eyes. She was beautiful, with a kind smile. Ar

s photo before. Whe

cal Queens diner, trying to figure out what to d

t the next tabl

soft but clear. "That pendant in

t without the ostentation of Tiffany or h

erbilt," she in

d money, respected, not like the

rner," I

said gently, a sympathetic look on her face. "I can' t imagine what you' re

tories about a prominent family, a lost heir, connected by a crescent symbol much

en, but Chloe' s words planted a tiny seed

t all. I know a good pro-bono lawyer. And sometime

mber on a napk

flicker of something other t