He stood, towering over the restaurant, his leather vest catching the light. The room went silent again.
“You want to know what’s really dangerous?” he said, his voice carrying. “Dangerous is judging a man by his tattoos instead of his actions. Dangerous is calling the cops on a veteran keeping a promise to his brother because you don’t like how he looks.”
An older veteran in the corner stood. “I’ve seen him with her for months,” he announced. “He reads to her, helps with homework, listens to her little stories. That’s not a predator. That’s a man doing right by a promise.”
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