“Here’s $100—Can you be my mom today?” a billionaire boss’s son asked—until a shy woman replied, “Keep it. Billionaires pay in secrets.”

I squeezed her hand. “Mama.”

“I raised you to love hard, Naomi. That’s a gift. But gifts need doors. Locks too.”

“I know.”

Her eyes drifted shut, then opened again. “Park,” she whispered.

“What?”

“I knew that name before the newspapers.”

A cold prickle moved up my back.

Mama turned toward me with effort.continue reading …