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Our giggles caught the eyes of the people in the diner, and just like that, everyone who had the hot cocoa made sure they also had mustaches.

I had just looked back at my daughter after laughing when I heard it.

I looked out the window, and that was when a rumble filled the diner.

Soraya looked at me with frightened eyes; my head whipped around, and that was when I saw it.

A pack of motorcycles driving slowly by the diner.

I watched them go by just as everyone else did.

And I noticed a few of the younger girls pulling their tops down.

I shook my head at them, then looked at my daughter.

“It’s okay. I promise. Remember what Mr. Robbins said a few days ago?”

She nodded, then smiled.

He had told us about the local motorcycle club.

They were considered one percenters, and they had fought with their blood, sweat, and tears to put a stop to human trafficking in this town and the four surrounding counties around us.

They had been successful.

I also recalled the few times I had seen them come into the diner.

And one of them in particular... I didn’t need to go there.

Not today.

Not when today was all about my daughter.

Besides, what business did I have of getting fanciful thoughts about a man?

That’s right... none.

I tapped Soraya on the top of her nose and winked at her, “Besides, would I ever let anything happen to you?”

She snickered then shook her head.

And sadly, I watched as a soft look came over her face.

I knew what she was thinking.

The one time he had tried to raise his hand to her, I had thrown my body in front of hers.

‘To the world, you may be but one person. But to one person, you are the world.’ – Saint’s Secret Thoughts.

Chapter 4

Saint

I had just turned the corner in Sallie’s when I heard it.

The most beautiful voice in the whole wide world. Melodic. Soft. Sweet.

I felt a rare smile tug at the corners of my lips.