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

off my chin because she’s a dog and she doesn’t know any better.

“It wasn’t your fault,” I said. And I immediately hated myself for saying it, because who was I to tell this man anything.

He gave me a small, tired smile. The first one.

“That’s what everybody says. My wife said it. The pastor said it. My brothers in the club said it. The grief counselor continue reading …