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The EMTs shared uncertain looks\u2014perhaps shock, trauma, or something else. But then, the distant roar of engines swelled through the air.<\/p>\n
Dozens of motorcycles crested the hill, their thunder reverberating across the valley. They stopped in sync, boots hitting the ground as riders rushed toward the scene. The lead biker, a towering figure with \u201cIRON JACK\u201d sewn onto his vest, froze when he saw Sophie. His weathered face drained of color.<\/p>\n
\u201cIsla?\u201d he whispered, voice raw. \u201cYou\u2019re supposed to be gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
The other bikers stood still. Isla Keller\u2014Jonas\u2019s only daughter\u2014had passed from leukemia three years prior, just shy of six. She had been the soul of their club, the little girl who perched on chrome tanks during parades, the sister to every patched member.<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n