“I’m Sorry, Not This Year,” A Mother Whispered, She Didn’t Realize The Man In The Tailored Coat Behind Her Was Listening… And He Was About To Offer Her More Than Just A Toy.

Vane, a man whose name was etched onto the skyscrapers of the city. He had been standing near the door, waiting for his driver, but he hadn’t been looking at his watch. He had been watching them.

He approached with a steady, measured gait. Harper instinctively pulled Lila behind her. Poverty had taught her to be wary of “help.”

“Excuse me,” Julian said,continue reading …