The early morning haze still lingered over San Francisco’s Mission District when Alicia Moore collapsed to her knees beside the curb, her body trembling with exhaustion. Beside her, two young boys, barely two years old, cried in hunger and fear, tugging at her worn sweater as traffic rushed past. Passersby glanced but continued walking.
A sleek black Bentley came to a halt nearby. Inside sat Sebastian Clarke, a billionaire investor known for his precision and detachment. Rarely did he pay attention to the streets during his commutes, but the sound of two children crying in perfect, desperate unison caught his attention.
He instructed his driver to stop. Stepping out, Sebastian froze. The twins looked up, tear-streaked faces reflecting the morning sunlight, and he noticed something impossible: the boys bore his features—same chin, same dimples, and the same distinctive birthmark near the ear.
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