Stumbling across the threshold onto the wet floor mat was an eight-year-old boy named Leo. He was soaked to the bone, his lips blue with hypothermia, his worn sneakers dripping slush onto the planks. Clutched tightly in his trembling arms was his two-year-old sister, Mia.
The baby was wrapped in a frayed, wet knit sweater, her bare feet exposed to the biting draft, crying weakly against her brother's shivering shoulder.
Leo stood in the doorway, staring in terrified awe at the room full of towering, bearded bikers staring back at him in dead silence.
"Please..." Leo gasped, his voice cracking with desperate tears. "Please don't send us away... I just need somewhere warm for my sister."