That evening, Lily was coloring at the table when Adam came home, wet from the drizzle. She looked up. \u201cDaddy, are you sick?\u201d<\/p>\n
He forced a smile. \u201cNope.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her brow furrowed. \u201cThen\u2026 did something bad happen?\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head. \u201cNo, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n
She whispered, \u201cDid we get fired?\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam\u2019s heart cracked. She always said\u00a0we,<\/em>\u00a0because they were in this together. He nodded once. Lily slid off her chair and wrapped her arms around him. \u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d she said softly. \u201cYou\u2019re still my hero.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Roar of Engines<\/h2>\n
Later that night, as Lily slept beneath her glow-in-the-dark stars, Adam sat at the table staring at the unopened bills. Then he heard it. A low rumble in the distance. Motorcycles.<\/p>\n
The sound grew louder until it filled the street. Adam looked outside and froze. More than 40 bikes lined up along the curb, chrome shining under the streetlamps.<\/p>\n
He stepped out onto the porch, shielding Lily behind him. Among the riders, he saw the same biker from the warehouse\u2014now clean and unbruised. He gave Adam a nod before stepping aside. A tall man with a silver beard and a leather vest walked forward. His voice was calm but strong.<\/p>\n
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