She was thrown into the mud at a billionaire’s gate. As she curled up crying, her necklace fell out—and his face went pale when he saw what was on it.
The rain felt like needles against my skin. I had walked twelve miles barefoot because my shoes fell apart somewhere on the dark highway. My mother’s wooden box was pressed so hard against my chest I could feel the corners bruising my ribs. The iron gates loomed above me like the entrance to another world….
