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Tommy pressed his face to the screen. “Daddy,” he whispered. Then louder: “Daddy said wait for the loud bikes. I waited, Mommy. I waited so long.”
🛠️ Healing in the Rumble
I told her the truth. Angel hadn’t just been a soldier—he was healing with us. Twice a week, while she thought he was at the VA, he was riding with his brothers. The roar of engines, the bond of shared pain—it was our therapy.
Tommy kept whispering words he’d never spoken before: “Fast. Chrome. Freedom. Daddy words.”
I made a call.
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