“Will you keep one?” a crying street girl whispered to a billionaire. Trembling, he looked at the infants and recognized his stolen twins-and the incredible sacrifice of the homeless girl who saved them…

her brothers like a bloodied wolf. No one had dared issue me an ultimatum in a decade.

“All three,” I agreed, my voice surprisingly steady.

She narrowed her eyes, assessing the trap. “And then?”

“Then my doctor looks at him. We get him medicine. We get this one some dry clothes and hot food. That is what happens next.”

She stared at me, searching for the continue reading …