Bikers Burned My House Down the Night Before the Bank Could Take It

speak.

He reached across the table and put his hand on mine.

“You’d do it for me,” he said. “Don’t pretend you wouldn’t.”

I walked out of the sheriff’s office and stood on the sidewalk for a long time.

The town was waking up. A guy I didn’t know nodded at me as he walked past with a coffee. The woman from the bakery was sweeping her step.

I called my son.continue reading …