While I was standing on the side of a deserted highway with two hungry children, a billionaire’s black sedan stopped in front of me.
Behind me, the desert stretched endlessly beneath a fading orange sky.
Ahead of me waited a black leather seat, cool air drifting out from the sedan, and a man whose name sounded like it belonged on buildings, contracts, and newspaper headlines.
“Mommy?” Lily whispered.
I looked down at her.
Her cheeks were pale from hunger. Her curls clung to her forehead from the heat.
She was trying so hard not to complain.
Beside her, Noah stared at Nathan with the protective suspicion of a child who had spent too much time watching adults disappoint his mother.
The desert wind swept dust across the shoulder of the road.
I glanced behind me.
There was nothing there…
