A millionaire sat waiting for his flight when he glanced to his side… and couldn’t believe his eyes.

The girl tugged at his sleeve, pointing toward a nearby pastry shop window, babbling something only she understood. Roberto felt the instinct to pull away, but then he saw it.

Hanging from her neck, gleaming in the sterile terminal light, was a necklace. An antique gold chain with a pendant of unmistakable design: a tiny angel with one wing and a ruby at the center, glowing like a heart.

The world seemed to bend.

Roberto knew that necklace. It didn’t “look like” it. It was it. His throat constricted, as if someone were squeezing the life out of him from within. His hands—those same hands that had signed contracts with the power to move countries—began to shake.

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