“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…

making choices like that. Do you understand?”

She stared at me, her chest hitching. “All three of us?”

“All three.”

She bit her lip, looking down at her muddy boots. “Even if we break things? Even if we’re loud?”

A laugh that was half a sob escaped my throat. “My house has been quiet for far too long, Elara.”

She broke. The tough, battle-hardened shell continue reading …