Biker Slammed a Nurse Against a Wall and Screamed Give Me the Child Now

to the dock. Back doors wide open. Another man inside.

The man in the van looked up and saw me.

He said one word to her.

“Move.”

She threw the boy into the van like he was a bag of flour.

That’s when I stopped being sixty-two.

I don’t remember crossing the twenty feet between us. I don’t remember yelling. The next thing I knew, I had the woman by the hair continue reading …