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

kind of person you were before you had even finished your sentence.

The biker glanced around at the circle forming around him. His eyes were gray, not cold exactly, but tired. The kind of eyes that looked like they had gone too long without sleep and too long without good news.

“My mother’s sick,” he said. “I’m trying to get to her.”

Dale folded his arms.continue reading …