I Saw a Biker Steal a Wheelchair From a Crying Old Woman Outside Walmart

his truck now. The engine rumbled to life.

“Is he your son?” I asked, reaching for the easiest explanation my brain could find.

She shook her head. Slow. Tears running again.

“No. I’ve never seen him before in my life.”

My stomach dropped. I looked back at the truck pulling out of the parking space.

“Then why are you letting him take it?”

She pulled me closer.continue reading …