That hurt because it was true.
Every time Drew mentioned his father, I’d rushed to reassure him that we were perfectly happy without him.
I’d never considered that I might be making it harder for Drew to admit he missed someone.
“You can miss your dad,” I told him. “Even if I don’t. You don’t have to protect my feelings.”
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He looked down at his vest.
“Dr. Harris says bikers look after each other.”
“Good ones probably do.”
“That’s why I like his friends. They showed up even though they didn’t have to.”
I held his hand.
For years, I’d thought motorcycles were simply something Drew loved.
Now I understood that he’d been waiting for a promise to be kept.
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The following morning, Wade returned alone with photographs from the motorcycle club.
Drew was sleeping, so we sat in the family waiting area.
I thanked Wade for everything, then asked about Dr. Harris.
