So when people ask me about that day. About six bikers in a truck stop, handing five thousand dollars to a young mother and walking out with her starving son.
I tell them the truth. Yes, that happened. Yes, money changed hands. Yes, a boy left with strangers.
But that boy left with family. His real family. The family that was too late to save him from one monster, but rode 400 miles to make sure no other monster ever touched him again.
