A man answered. Tired-looking. Dirty work clothes. Suspicious eyes.
“Yeah?”
His face went white. “You found Daisy? Is she…did you…”
“She’s alive.”
He sagged against the doorframe. “I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t put her down. But I couldn’t watch her suffer either. I’m not a bad person. I just… I work two jobs and it’s still not enough. My wife died last year. Medical bills. I’m drowning. And now Daisy… Madison doesn’t know. Thinks Daisy ran away. It’s killing her but better than knowing I abandoned—”
“DADDY!” A little voice from inside. “Who is it?”
Madison appeared. Seven years old. Blonde pigtails. Missing front teeth. She saw my leather vest and her eyes went wide.
“Are you a biker?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Did you find Daisy? I prayed for a motorcycle angel to find her!”
“She’s at my house,” I said. “She had surgery. The tumor’s gone. She’s recovering.”
Madison screamed. Pure joy. Jumped up and down. “I knew it! I knew angels rode motorcycles! Mommy was right!”
Her father pulled me aside. “I can’t pay you back.”
“Didn’t ask you to.”Continue reading…
