Two little blonde girls were sitting alone at a bus stop, holding a note that read: “Please Take Care Of Them.” My riding brother Jake and I were on our way back from our Saturday morning coffee run when we spotted them. They were wearing matching bright yellow safety shirts, the kind workers wear on construction sites. It was only 7 a.m., and the streets were completely empty. Jake slowed down his bike first, and I pulled up beside him. Right away, we knew something was off. Kids that young don

Two little blonde girls were sitting alone at a bus stop, holding a note that read: “Please Take Care Of Them.” My riding brother Jake and I were on our way back from our Saturday morning coffee run when we spotted them. They were wearing matching bright yellow safety shirts, the kind workers wear on construction sites. It was only 7 a.m., and the streets were completely empty. Jake slowed down his bike first, and I pulled up beside him. Right away, we knew something was off. Kids that young don

Two little blonde girls were sitting alone at a bus stop, holding a note that read: “Please Take Care Of Them.” My riding brother Jake and I were on our way back from our Saturday morning coffee run when we spotted them. They were wearing matching bright yellow safety shirts, the kind workers wear on construction sites. It was only 7 a.m., and the streets were completely empty. Jake slowed down his bike first, and I pulled up beside him. Right away, we knew something was off. Kids that young don