She looked exhausted. Her clothes were worn. A plastic bag filled with crushed cans hung from one hand.
But none of that mattered.
Because strapped against her chest were two babies.
Twins.
And even from inside my SUV, I could see they looked exactly like me.
Ashley laughed cruelly and tossed a twenty-dollar bill toward Emily.
“Buy yourself something to eat.”
Emily didn’t even look at the money.
She only looked at me.
There was no anger in her eyes.
No hatred.
Only sadness.
The kind of sadness that comes from being betrayed by someone you trusted completely.
