He heard the yelling before he saw her— a tiny girl pressed against the curb, shoulders shaking, trying to disappear under the weight of a man’s anger. Her father towered over her, voice slurred, rage spilling where it never should. The biker killed his engine, stepped between them, and said the one line that froze the entire street: “You’re drinking in the wrong place. Don’t take it out on your kid.” What happened next— how the man’s face changed, how the girl finally lifted her eyes, how a sin