ars had

. Her face-once plain, now breathtaking-graced the covers of magazines and turned heads in every room she entered. But benea

ngth. On the other, her son-Zayen, mischievous and sharp-eyed. Her twins wer

he had ne

ister-had arrived too late to stop it. One of the babies had already been taken. No records. No explanation. Just silence

yest

ther c

Come home," he had said. "I'll tell

-

gate International Airport. The sun gleamed off the tarmac as Mia step

o her hands, staring wide-eyed

e two people Mia hadn't seen si

chard...

in

ed into a cold

n walking toward him. This wasn't the timid, awkward girl he had

d, her grip on Kelvi

idn't

h her chin held high, her twin

waiting black car, she turned slight

I'm here. And I