On a quiet Saturday morning in a small rural town in America, two lifelong friends on motorcycles were about to experience something that would change their lives forever. Jake Miller and Tom Harris had just finished their usual coffee stop and were riding home when they noticed something unusual at a bus stop. It was just after 7 a.m., and sitting alone on the bench were two little blonde girls wearing matching neon yellow safety shirts. Next to them lay a brown paper bag and a bright blue balloon tied to the bench. At first, Jake and Tom thought the girls might have been waiting for their parents nearby. But as they looked around, the street was completely empty, quiet and deserted. Tom recalled, “Something didn’t feel right.” They decided to stop and approach the children carefully. The older girl, who seemed to be about seven…
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On a quiet Saturday morning in a small rural town in America, two lifelong friends on motorcycles were about to experience something that would change their lives forever. Jake Miller and Tom Harris had just finished their usual coffee stop and were riding home when they noticed something unusual at a bus stop. It was just after 7 a.m., and sitting alone on the bench were two little blonde girls wearing matching neon yellow safety shirts. Next to them lay a brown paper bag and a bright blue balloon tied to the bench. At first, Jake and Tom thought the girls might have been waiting for their parents nearby. But as they looked around, the street was completely empty, quiet and deserted. Tom recalled, “Something didn’t feel right.” They decided to stop and approach the children carefully. The older girl, who seemed to be about seven…