“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…

and the older girl will have to go to a teenage transit center.”

“No,” Elara whispered.

“It’s just for a few days, Elara, until we can process—”

“I said no!” Elara stood up, knocking her chair backward. Leo started wailing.

Higgins sighed, reaching for her radio to call hospital security. “Elara, you have to be reasonable. You are children. You cannot continue reading …