The biker couldn’t move.<\/p>\n
Couldn’t speak.<\/p>\n
Only stared at the little girl.<\/p>\n
His heart pounding.<\/p>\n
“Alive?”<\/p>\n
The word barely escaped his lips.<\/p>\n
The girl nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
Tears shining in her eyes.<\/p>\n
The biker sank back into his seat.<\/p>\n
As if his legs had given out.<\/p>\n
For twenty years\u2014<\/p>\n
he believed she was gone.<\/p>\n
Gone forever.<\/p>\n
Then the little girl reached for the photograph.<\/p>\n
Turning it over.<\/p>\n
On the back\u2014<\/p>\n
an address was written in faded ink.<\/p>\n
The biker froze.<\/p>\n
He knew that address.<\/p>\n
A small cabin.<\/p>\n
Near the lake.<\/p>\n
The place where they first met.<\/p>\n
His hands began to shake.<\/p>\n
“Who wrote this?”<\/p>\n
The girl smiled sadly.<\/p>\n
“My mama.”<\/p>\n
The biker covered his mouth.<\/p>\n
Trying not to break.<\/p>\n
Then the girl pulled out a folded letter.<\/p>\n
Old.<\/p>\n
Carefully protected.<\/p>\n
She placed it on the table.<\/p>\n
“It’s for you.”<\/p>\n
The biker unfolded it slowly.<\/p>\n
His eyes scanned the page.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
One sentence.<\/p>\n
Just one.<\/p>\n
And everything changed.<\/p>\n
I never stopped loving you.<\/strong><\/p>\n A tear rolled down his scarred cheek.<\/p>\n The little girl watched quietly.<\/p>\n Then whispered\u2014<\/p>\n “She said if you read that…”<\/p>\n “…you’d know where to find her.”<\/p>\n The biker looked up.<\/p>\n Hope flooding back into his eyes.<\/p>\n Because after twenty years\u2014<\/p>\n this wasn’t a goodbye.<\/p>\n It was a way home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The biker couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Only stared at the little girl. His heart pounding. “Alive?” The word barely escaped his lips. The girl nodded slowly. Tears shining in her eyes. The biker sank back into his seat. As if his legs had given out. For twenty years\u2014 he believed she was gone. Gone forever. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":7217,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7214","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-trending-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7214","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7214"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7214\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/7217"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7214"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7214"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7214"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}