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The Black Hounds Motorcycle Club embraced Sophie after that day. They filled the school auditorium for her recital, their leather vests dwarfing the chairs. They created a scholarship fund in Isla\u2019s name for Sophie\u2019s education. They let her climb onto bikes during parades, vowing she\u2019d ride one herself when she was ready.<\/p>\n
But the most haunting moment came six months later. While playing in Jonas\u2019s backyard, Sophie paused beside an old chestnut tree.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wants you to dig here,\u201d she told him.<\/p>\n
In a rusted tin box buried beneath the roots was a note in a child\u2019s handwriting\u2014unmistakably Isla\u2019s.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaddy, the angel said I won\u2019t grow up, but a girl with yellow hair will come one day. She\u2019ll sing my song and save you when you\u2019re hurt. Please trust her. Don\u2019t be sad\u2014I\u2019ll ride with you always.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jonas collapsed, tears streaming into his weathered hands. Sophie wrapped her arms around his shoulders and whispered, \u201cShe likes your red bike. She always wanted you to have one.\u201d<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n