She Paid a Stranded Biker’s Gas, and Three Days Later Everything Changed

” somebody muttered.

The boy in the baseball cap snorted. “Bet that bike’s worth more than my truck.”

Mrs. Talbot said, loud enough to carry, “Men like that always have a story.”

Alicia closed her eyes for half a second.

Men like that.

Women like her.

Children like the ones at Mercy House.

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