and made a sound like an animal.
Another trooper came out. He was carrying a taller girl. Maybe ten. Maybe eleven. Thin. Wearing clothes that did not fit her.
Her hair was longer. Dark. Like Rachel’s hair.
She lifted her head and looked at the trooper. Then she looked past him at me.
I do not know what she saw. A big old biker. Beard. Leather vest. Crying continue reading …
