I Found a Biker Crying Behind a Dumpster Holding a Photo of a Little Girl

sunbeam.”

“My mama said the same thing when she named me.”

Earl laughed. A real laugh this time. Small, but real.

“I had a sister named Rae,” he said. “She was the one who turned me in. When I called 911, I called her first. She drove down and sat with me until the cops got here. Right behind this same dumpster.”

“Is she still around?”

“She died in 2019.continue reading …