The Silent Boy at the Fence — And the Biker Who Heard Him First

Synopsis

I moved to Cedar Falls after my divorce because it was the kind of place where people waved even when they didn’t like you. The houses on our street were small, postwar boxes with cracked driveways and maple trees older than most of the marriages inside them. There was a Casey’s gas station two blocks down, a diner called Millie’s off the highway, and…