On a crisp autumn afternoon along Route 27 near Ashford, vehicles hummed along their usual paths until a five-year-old girl in a shimmering fairy-tale dress cried out for her mother to halt the car.
Her name was Sophie Maren, a small child with wild blonde curls, glowing sneakers, and a fierce determination that seemed to overflow her tiny body. From the backseat, she strained against her seatbelt, her voice breaking with urgency as she pleaded that “the motorcycle man” was dying below the ridge.
