Biker Grabbed My Child Off the Sidewalk and Sped Away on His Harley

there in the parking lot. The asphalt burned through my dress pants and I didn’t care. I pulled my son into my lap and I held him so tight he started squirming.

“Daddy, you’re squishing me.”

I let go and kissed the top of his head and tried to speak again. Nothing came out except a sound I didn’t recognize as my own voice.

The biker stood up. He was older continue reading …