“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…

she was standing guard.

“What now?” I asked Aris.

Aris rubbed his eyes, looking older than his fifty years. “Now comes the hard part, Julian. Legally, my hands are tied. They are unaccompanied minors in a state of severe neglect. I have to call Child Protective Services. The social worker is already on her way.”

I felt the blood rush in my ears. “Aris,continue reading …