I Watched a Biker Fall to His Knees in a Graveyard Screaming a Child’s Name

granite. The name read EMILY GRACE HOLLAND and underneath that were two dates four years apart. She’d been dead for almost six years.

“Is it an anniversary?” I asked.

“Her birthday. She’d have been ten today.”

The stuffed rabbit sat on top of the stone. A little bit of rain from the night before was beaded on its fur. He picked it up and brushed it off continue reading …