Biker Was Crying Over A Thing In That Blue Towel And I Had To Pull Over To See What Broke This Tough Man

She whimpered—a weak, heartbreaking sound. He made a noise I’d never heard from a grown man, somewhere between a sob and a prayer. “I got you,” he said. “You’re safe now. Nobody’s ever gonna hurt you again.”

I ran a red light. I didn’t care.

“What’s your name?” I asked, needing to break the silence.Continue reading…