This Biker Was Sitting Outside Our School Daily Until Cops Dragged Him Away in Cuffs

I sat at the kitchen table with the letter in front of me and three cold cups of tea beside it, and I tried to remember every single conversation Danny and I had ever had about his brother.

There weren’t many.

A handful of sentences spread out over nine years. Jake is in prison. Jake is a bad guy. We don’t talk about him. Don’t tell Lily about him when continue reading …