“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…

ignoring the sharp crease of my trousers against the floor. I looked into Elara’s eyes. The fear was still there, masked by utter confusion.

“Listen to me, Elara,” I said, letting all the corporate ice melt away, speaking to her simply as Julian. “I am not taking one of them. I am taking all three of you. Nobody is going to split you up. You are done continue reading …