Little Girl Handed Biker A Note Saying “He’s Not My Daddy, Please Help”

Little girl handed me a note saying “He’s not my daddy, please help” while I was pumping gas at a truck stop off Route 41. She couldn’t have been older than six. Blonde pigtails. Pink sneakers. Eyes that had seen too much for someone so small.

The man holding her hand was buying cigarettes inside. She’d slipped away from him just long enough to run continue reading …