Fifteen Bikers Sat in the Last Row — But My Daughter Saw Them First

Synopsis

My name is Marcy Maddox, and before anyone asks, no, Ray was not always good at being a father. He was good at showing up for breakdowns. Flat tires. Hospital rides. A brother who relapsed at two in the morning. A widow who needed her porch fixed. A kid whose bike chain snapped outside the gas station. If somebody called Ray and said, “I’m stuck,” he came.…