Bear chose his words carefully. “He might be. Prison changes people. But his love for you? That won’t change. That’s forever.”
“Exactly like that.”
She colored quietly for a moment, then looked up. “Uncle Bear? The kids at school say bikers are bad people.”
“What do you think?”
She looked at his vest, at the patches representing service and sacrifice and brotherhood. Then at his gentle hands helping her open her juice box. At his eyes that got soft whenever she laughed.
“I think people who judge by clothes are the bad ones,” she decided. “You taught me that what matters is keeping promises. Being loyal. Protecting people who need help. That’s what bikers do. That’s what soldiers do. That’s what families do.”
Bear had to look away for a moment, blinking hard. This seven-year-old understood more about honor and brotherhood than most adults ever would.
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