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

“Mr. Thomas! Mr. Thomas!”

She hugged my leg so hard I almost fell over.

“Hey there, brave girl. How are you doing?”

“I’m good. I started seeing a special doctor who helps me talk about scary things. And Mommy got me a dog. His name is Biker because he’s brave like you.”

I laughed. “That’s a great name.”

Sarah came out onto the porch, wiping her hands on continue reading …