Gasps rippled through the crowd.
The biker was huge compared to her. His leather jacket was thick and worn, decorated with faded patches. His helmet had rolled several feet away and now lay cracked against the curb.
Blood soaked through the sleeve of his jacket.
And he wasn’t moving.
The little girl wrapped both arms around him as tightly as she could, pressing her small body against his chest as if she were trying to shield him from the entire world.