A single mother's twin children decide to find her a husband by tracking down the mafia ex she never got over. But the dangerous man they bring home has never stopped loving her, and his world of crime is not done with either of them.
Tessa glanced toward the mall, then quickly ducked her head. The bad man who'd grabbed the necklace might still be there. We'll walk home. I know the way.
The sun heated their little backpacks. Eventually, Milo's feet began to hurt, and he limped along beside his sister. Tessa could barely keep walking either, but she held his hand tightly. We're almost there. We can have water when we get home.
When their familiar building finally came into view, both children sighed with But their apartment door was open. The social worker held her phone, sweating with worry. You still haven't found them?
Did you check all the intersections nearby? I'll ask downstairs again. They're back! We found the children! I went over and crouched to hug them.
Where did you go? You can't go out by yourselves. Do you know how long we've been looking for you? We went to buy a dad. But we didn't have enough money. We failed.
A woman wearing a children's shelter staff shirt sighed. We can't keep putting this off. They're so young and there's no one here to look after them. They wandered off today. Who knows what could happen tomorrow?
The social worker looked at their sun-flushed faces and nodded. Let's take them today. Where? We're taking you somewhere with food and other children to play with.
We've already packed your clothes. Come with us. I'm not going.