The bikers who “killed” my son actually saved him. And they taught me something I’ll never forget: you can’t judge people by how they look. Sometimes the scariest-looking people are the safest. Sometimes the ones society fears are the ones who show up when it matters most.
Connor knows that now too. He wants to ride motorcycles when he grows up. Wants to join the Guardian Angels MC. Wants to save kids like him.
He’s not wrong.
Robert, Marcus, Thomas, and David are stronger than my ex-husband ever was. Stronger because they protect instead of destroy. Because they show up instead of disappear. Because they love fiercely and unconditionally.
That’s what real strength is. And four bikers in leather vests taught my son that lesson.
Taught both of us.
