The table of hardened veterans felt their hearts break. They noticed the wrist brace, the bruises poorly covered with makeup, and the way Tyler carried himself like a child far too familiar with fear.
When Mom Returned
Moments later, a woman stepped out of the bathroom. She walked carefully, like someone used to hiding pain. She spotted Tyler at the bikers’ table, and panic flashed across her face.
“No bother at all, ma’am,” Big Mike said softly, standing to his full, towering height. “Actually, why don’t you both sit with us? We were just about to order dessert. Our treat.”
It wasn’t a suggestion.
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