Your wife was my…”……
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I never meant to make you uncomfortable. I only came here because I needed to say thank you.”
I stared at him, confused.
“Thank you?” I asked. “For what?”
The biker looked down at Emily’s grave, and for the first time, I saw the tears standing in his eyes.
“Your wife saved my daughter’s life.”
For a second, I forgot how to breathe.
“My wife?” I said. “Emily never mentioned you.”
He shook his head slowly.
“She didn’t know me,” he said. “At least, not really. She probably didn’t even remember my face. But I never forgot hers.”
