Maya’s POV
The old man stood in front of us with cold eyes. His name was Richard Cross. He looked at the children like they were treasures. The little girl held my hand tight. The boy hid behind Sarah. I felt my stomach turn. These children had been through too much. I thought, I survived dark rooms and powerful hands. I ran from guns and lies. Now I stand here for them. I cannot let this man take them away.
Richard smiled slowly. “The children carry strong blood. They belong with the family. Give them to me and I will give you money. A safe house. Everything you need.”
Sarah stepped forward. Her voice shook. “No. They are my children. I carried them. I protected them. You will not touch them.”
Chloe moved closer to the girl. “She is my sister. I want her safe. Not in your world.”
Mar
