I Found a Biker Crying Behind a Dumpster Holding a Photo of a Little Girl

The biker was on his knees behind our dumpster at 2 a.m., and I almost called the cops.

I work the graveyard shift at a truck stop off Route 58. Rough men come through all night. You learn to read them fast.

This one was different. Big guy, leather vest, gray beard down to his chest. His shoulders were shaking.

I thought he was drunk. Maybe sick. I grabbed continue reading …