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

afternoon.

After closing, she counted the register twice because she thought maybe she had done it wrong the first time.

She had not.

The number sat there ugly and small.

Not enough for the electric bill.

Not enough for next week’s supplier order.

Not enough for the rehab co-pay she had to make on Friday.

She lowered herself into a booth and pressed the heels continue reading …