“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…

in an armor of ambition, Elena was gone—a statistic of a broken system, dead from an overdose before she turned twenty.

I had built my empire to ensure I would never be helpless again. I believed money could insulate me from the past. But watching Elara, I realized money couldn’t buy a time machine. It couldn’t save Elena.

I walked over, waving the nurse continue reading …