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

I’m Wade.” He reached out a hand. I shook it. His hand swallowed mine. “Thank you for sittin’ with me, Rachel. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You listened. That ain’t nothin’.”

We sat there for a while. The sun was coming up through the trees. The cemetery was still empty. Daisy had fallen asleep in my lap.

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