Biker Pulled My Attacker Off Me Then Stayed All Night To Make Sure I Was Okay!

Over time, pieces of his story came out. He had lost someone years earlier—someone he hadn’t protected when he thought he should have. The guilt never left. When he heard a struggle in that garage, he ran toward it without thinking. And when he saw me shaking, terrified, he stayed because leaving felt like failing all over again.

Weeks turned into months. The man who had pulled my attacker off me became part of my life. Not in grand gestures, but in quiet consistency.

I met his wife, Linda, one evening when she insisted on joining us for coffee.

“So you’re the one,” she said warmly, shaking my hand. “Marcus talks about you all the time.”

“He does?” I asked, surprised.

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