“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…

and dust compared to this.

“For the only thing I’ve ever built that will actually last,” I smiled, wrapping my arm around her shoulders.

She leaned into my side, resting her head against my ribs. “You’re getting soft, old man.”

“I hope so, Elara,” I whispered into the Seattle wind. “I truly hope so.”

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