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

out from behind the counter before she even realized she was doing it.

“How is he? How’s his daughter?”

The softness in Linda’s face changed.

Not vanished. Changed.

The way kindness does when grief lives under it.

“Still in treatment,” she said. “Rough morning, from what he told us. But he wanted us to come by.”

Naomi glanced between them.

“I’m sorry. Did continue reading …