300-Pound Biker Collapsed Sobbing on the Highway Holding a Tiny Pink Shoe

The kind a man makes when he is trying to run.

Three pops. Not from a pistol. From a taser.

Silence.

A trooper came out of the woods running. He ran straight to Officer Reyes.

“Get them ready,” he said. “They need to come back. Now. Both of them.”

“Are they,” Margaret said. “Are they alive.”

The trooper looked at Margaret. Then at me. His eyes were wet.continue reading …