“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…

you know what happens in the system.”

“I know the law,” he replied softly. “I’m sorry.”

Twenty minutes later, the social worker arrived. Her name was Ms. Higgins. She possessed the tired, bureaucratic efficiency of someone who had seen too much tragedy and had learned to categorize it to survive. She took notes, made calls, and spoke in a low, measured continue reading …