A little girl cried outside a crowded restaurant, pointing at a trash can: “My mom is sleeping in there.” The wealthy diners laughed and threw food at her. But when a billionaire pulled up, stepped out, and slowly lifted the lid…
Ridge. The memory of my son’s swollen, terrified eyes shattered Caleb’s armor.
Inside the box, I was fading. My lungs were burning, breathing in poison. I tried to scream, but my throat was a desert of raw tissue. I gathered every fractured ounce of my remaining willpower, balling my bruised fists, and struck the rusted metal wall.
