I Caught a Biker Carrying My Unconscious Daughter Out of a Party at 2am

jaw moved. “Upstairs bedroom. End of the hall. Three of them were in there with her. Door wasn’t locked. She was on the bed. They had her shirt half off. She wasn’t moving.”

Karen made that sound again.

“I threw Kyle into the dresser first,” Frank said. “Then the Russell boy into the window. Third one pushed past me and ran down the stairs. I gave her continue reading …