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

long as it takes. I deserve to wait. But please, Rae. Please, someday. Let me show her I changed.’”

Earl’s mouth pulled into a line.

“I hung up on him,” I said. “I hung up on him and I cried. Because I didn’t know if I wanted him back in her life even sober. I didn’t know if I could trust him.”

“And?”

“And I’ve been thinking about that phone call every continue reading …