47 BIKERS SHOWED UP TO WALK MY 5-YEAR-OLD SON INTO KINDERGARTEN AFTER HIS FATHER WAS K.i.L.L.E.D RIDING HIS MOTORCYCLE TO WORK
Like the accident had never happened.
Bear knocked on our door, and when I opened it, his eyes were red-rimmed behind his sunglasses.
Jim would’ve wanted us to help.”
“I don’t understand,” I said, staring at the helmet in his hands.
“How did you—”
“There’s something you need to see,” Bear interrupted gently.
“Something we found when we were fixing it. Jim left something inside for the boy.
