It wasn’t loud enough to interrupt anyone’s meal.

In fact, a few customers barely noticed it at first.

It sounded like an ordinary lullaby—simple, gentle, almost forgotten.

Linda instinctively stepped forward.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” she said with a polite smile. “We don’t allow singing inside the diner.”

Before the little girl could finish the second line, Linda gently caught the sleeve of her oversized hoodie, stopping her one careful step. It wasn’t rough or forceful.