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

“Oh yes. About how brave you were. About how you kept going.”

Later, she told me, “He’s been lighter this past year. Helping you gave him something back.”

“He gave me something too,” I said. “Safety. And proof that someone will stay when it matters.”

Two years later, I met Kate.

She was another woman Marcus had helped, months after me. Different circumstances. Same instinct—run toward danger, not away from it. She had been rebuilding her life slowly, painfully, with the same stubborn determination I recognized in myself.

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