Biker Broke Into Widow’s House at 3am and Ripped Her Floorboards Apart

I had not been able to cry at his funeral.

Duke let me cry. He didn’t say anything. He just drove.

Twenty minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of a truck stop diner called Minnie’s. The kind of place with a neon coffee cup on the sign and cracked asphalt in the lot.

Ten motorcycles were parked in a half circle by the door. Leaning on them were continue reading …