“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…

on his cheeks wasn’t just a fever; it was a fire threatening to consume him. His lips were cracked and blue at the edges. A cold dread coiled in my gut. I recognized that specific, ragged intake of air.

“It’s pneumonia, or worse,” I muttered, fishing my phone from my breast pocket. I dialed a number I hadn’t used in three years. My driver answered on continue reading …