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

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“Yeah.”

“Why were you saying sorry to her? Emma. You’ve been sober eleven years. David forgave you. His wife forgave you. Emma…”

I didn’t finish.

“Emma was six,” he said. “She never got to forgive me. She never got the chance. Everybody else made peace with it. Emma couldn’t.”

He picked the photo back up. Wiped his eyes. Looked at her face.

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