Emily was still by my bike, swaying on her feet. Exhausted.
“When did you last eat?” I asked.
“Tuesday, I think? Maybe Monday. I gave Jamie the last of the crackers.”
It was Friday morning now.
I handed her the formula and supplies. “Where’s Jamie?”
She looked at the van, conflict clear on her face. “I’m not supposed to tell strangers.”
“Emily, I’m Bear. I ride with the Iron Guardians MC. We help kids. That’s what we do.” I showed her the patch on my vest. “I think you and Jamie need help.”
She started crying then. Real sobs that shook her tiny frame.
“They won’t wake up. I’ve tried and tried but they won’t wake up and Jamie’s so hungry and I don’t know what to do.”
My worst fears confirmed.
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