“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…

demanding a celebratory ice cream.

And Elara stood beside me. She wore a pristine blue dress, her hair braided neatly. She looked like a normal teenager. But I knew the steel that lived beneath that dress.

I looked down at the legal document in my hand. Elara Vance. Leo Vance. Samuel Vance. “What are you looking at?” Elara asked, bumping her shoulder continue reading …