“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…

back. I knelt on the sterile linoleum, bringing myself to Elara’s eye level.

“Elara,” I said quietly.

She looked at me, her chest heaving.

“No one is taking him. I swear it to you.”

She wiped her nose with the back of her sleeve, her eyes flashing with a cynical fire that broke my heart. “Promises are just pretty lies for rich people.”

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