Elena stood by the kitchen counter, turning the small silver badge over in her hand. Gabriella’s name was neatly engraved on it, catching the light each time it moved. “Mum, this badge looks familiar,” she said thoughtfully, brows furrowed. “I just can’t remember where I’ve seen it before.”

Her mother glanced up from kneading dough, her hands dusted with flour. “Maybe you’re just mistaken,” she replied gently. “Anyone can make a silver badge with their name on it. It ...