The kitchen is bright with morning light. Warm yellow sun pours through the window above the sink.
Ruby fumbles with the tiny clasp at the back of her neck. The necklace snaps shut. She tugs it forward to see the smooth sea-glass pendant catching the kitchen light. The metal is warm against her collarbone.
She runs down the hallway with her arms raised high. 'Look!' she says to her dads.
The necklace catches on the doorframe. It dangles by a single thread. Glass taps the floor with a soft click. She freezes, fingers hovering, and the room feels very quiet.
Ruby drops to her knees and peers under the sofa. The pendant is nowhere to be found among the dust and lost crayons.
Her dad lifts the dining tablecloth. There it is, glittering under a stray beam of moonlight that slipped through the curtains.
Her dad's fingers gently scoop up the pendant. He lifts it into the moonlight. It sparkles like a small star.
Her dad lifts her onto his lap and fastens the clasp again. The other dad hums a tune from the radio.
She rests her chin against her dad's shoulder. The sea-glass is cool and steady against her chest.
The house sounds like laughter and clinking spoons and everything exactly right.