She Defended a Lonely Biker, and Her Town Never Saw It Coming

head slowly.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” Naomi whispered.

Hank’s face changed.

Deepened.

“I didn’t,” he said. “You did.”

He lifted the little paper bag.

“My daughter sent this.”

Naomi took it carefully and opened the fold.

Inside was a drawing done in colored pencil.

Not fancy. Not careful.

Hospital-bed art.

A diner with a bright red sign.

A woman with curls continue reading …