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

nobody would think I was siding with the wrong person.”

She shook her head.

“And I just couldn’t.”

Her father’s eyes filled then.

Not with tears exactly.

With something older.

Pride, maybe. Pain. Recognition.

Naomi looked away for a second because if she stared too hard she would cry, and she was tired of crying where machines could witness it.

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