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

leaped so hard she had to grip the railing.

Marisol came out behind her carrying a tray of sweet tea.

“What?”

Naomi pointed.

The van door opened.

An orderly stepped out first.

Then another.

Then, very carefully, they lowered a wheelchair to the pavement.

Isaiah Carter sat in it.

Blanket over his knees.

Light jacket on despite the warmth.

Face thinner than she continue reading …