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

holding hands. The world was starting up again.

Wade stood. His knees cracked. He was not a man built for kneeling.

He picked up the rabbit. He kissed the top of the headstone one more time.

“Happy birthday, baby girl. Grandpa loves you.”

He turned to me and Daisy.

“Rachel, I appreciate you. More than you know. I been comin’ here six years and nobody’s continue reading …