Ethan Walker froze on a crowded New York street when he spotted a ragged boy wearing a gold pendant he could never forget — his missing daughter’s necklace. His pulse quickened, his hands trembling as he whispered, “Isla…”
At forty-three, Ethan was a real estate tycoon, but all the money in the world couldn’t fill the emptiness left by his daughter’s disappearance five years earlier.
The boy looked no older than ten — barefoot, thin, his face smeared with dirt. Yet around his neck gleamed that one-of-a-kind pendant: a gold star with an emerald center. Only three had ever been made — a gift for Isla’s fifth birthday.
Ethan pulled his car to the curb and hurried toward him.
“Hey, kid,” he said softly. “That necklace… where did you get it?”
The boy backed away, clutching a plastic bag. His blue eyes — so much like Isla’s — filled with fear.
“I didn’t steal it,” he muttered. “It’s mine.”
“I believe you,” Ethan said gently. “It just reminds me of someone.”
The boy touched the pendant protectively. “I’ve had it forever.”
Ethan’s heart clenched. The eyes, the necklace — it couldn’t be coincidence.
“What’s your name?”
“Liam. Liam Turner.”
The name sounded rehearsed.
“How long have you been on the streets?”
“A while,” Liam said warily. “Why are you asking? You a cop?”
Ethan shook his head. “Just a dad who wants to help. You hungry?”
Liam hesitated, then nodded. At a nearby café, he devoured his food, eyes darting toward every exit.
“Where are your parents?” Ethan asked.
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