UNEXPECTED SAVIORS: THE NIGHT THE BIKERS CAME FOR ME
The icy needle-pricks of the rain were a cruel mockery against my skin, already raw and burning from the sudden, violent shove. One moment, I was standing in the warm, cloying scent of my stepmother’s overly perfumed kitchen, the next, I was sprawling on the slick, muddy ground of the backyard. The dull thud of…