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

alone in a small house off Route 9. He’s got a garden in the back. Tomatoes mostly. A few peppers. He goes to a VA meeting on Thursdays. He has no contact with his daughter or his grandson or anyone from that side of his family anymore.

Emma and I went to his house on a Saturday in June. She brought him a loaf of banana bread she baked herself. I had continue reading …