A Mysterious PresenceI first noticed her at the corner booth of the diner. Tiny and determined, she clutched her backpack, her eyes fixed on me as if on a mission. The next day, she quietly appeared near the apple aisle at the grocery store. Later, I saw her outside the VA center where I volunteer. By Friday, she stood across from my home—steady and unafraid. I approached gently. “Are you safe?” I asked. With a deep breath, she lifted her chin. “You don’t know me,” she said, “but you knew my dad. He told me to find the biker with...
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