“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…

the gates. Nothing.

“Sir,” Marcus’s voice crackled over my phone on speaker. “Cameras show she didn’t leave the perimeter. She went towards the east wing. The old greenhouse.”

I pivoted, slipping on the wet grass, and ran toward the sprawling glass structure I hadn’t set foot in for years. The heavy iron door was jammed shut. I put my shoulder into it,continue reading …