As the police prepared to transport Emma, Tank turned to me.
“Ma’am, I know you don’t know us, but would you be willing to give the officers your contact information? In case Emma needs witnesses about her condition when she arrived here?”
“Don’t be sorry for being cautious about a child’s safety,” he said.
“Just remember that sometimes the scariest-looking people are the safest ones. We look scary for a reason – so the real monsters think twice before hurting kids under our protection.”
I gave my information to the officers, then found myself following the convoy to the hospital.
I couldn’t explain why – maybe it was the image of that tiny girl clinging to that massive biker, maybe it was the way these rough-looking men had immediately become gentle protectors. But I needed to see this through.
At the hospital, the bikers were already there when I arrived. They’d positioned themselves strategically – one by the elevator, one by the stairwell, others at various points in the pediatric ward. Not threatening, just… present. Watchful.Continue reading…
