Boy Asked a Biker to Teach Him to Fight So He Could Protect His Baby Sister

with his fork on a plate of half-eaten pancakes.

“Caleb. Where’s your mom right now?”

“At work. She doesn’t get off until seven.”

“And where’s Travis?”

“He’s home with Lily.”

“And where do you live?”

He pointed out the window. “Apartments across the street. Number fourteen.”

“You walked here by yourself?”

“Travis fell asleep. I knew bikers came here on Saturdays.continue reading …