“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…

forcing it open with a metallic groan.

It was pitch black inside, smelling of damp earth and dead vines.

“Elara?” I called softly, sweeping the light across the overgrown planters.

A sharp gasp came from the far corner, tucked beneath a massive, dry oak potting bench.

I lowered the flashlight, pointing it at the ground so I wouldn’t blind them. I crept continue reading …