Sienna’s POV

About an hour after Jonah walks out, the chorus of birthday shouts around me fades into a low hum.

I slip away to a quiet corner and pull out the present he pressed into my hands. It barely weighs anything. Too delicate.

The lid lifts.

A silver necklace lies inside—fine chain, understated. And the pendant… my baby tooth. The one from when I was little. The one Jareth had yanked loose.

I must’ve been ...