I Slapped a Biker for Scaring My Daughter Until She Told Me What He Did

that hand. I remembered it reaching out of the smoke and shoving my daughter into my arms.

“Oh God,” I whispered.

My legs went out from under me. I sat down right there on the concrete in front of Walmart and started to cry like I hadn’t cried since the night of the fire.

He bent down slow. Real slow, the way you move around a spooked animal. His knees continue reading …