Bikers Burned My House Down the Night Before the Bank Could Take It

Bikers torched my house the night the bank came to take it. By morning, there was nothing left but ash and the oak tree in the backyard.

The investigators showed up at 6 a.m. Two of them. Serious faces, coffee cups, notepads.

I told them I’d been asleep. That I’d woken up to the smoke.

I wasn’t proud of the lie. But I wasn’t ashamed of it either.

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