“I’m going outside.” I said and we stepped out of Lawson Customs together.
The afternoon sun had begun to lower, and the road beyond the garage stretched quietly into the distance.
I stood near the entrance and Emma and Sophia stayed beside me.
The children gathered behind us and nobody needed to say anything. We were waiting.
Minutes passed before we heard engines and my heart jumped.
One motorcycle appeared at the end of the road. Then another. Then another and the sound grew louder.
The Iron Vipers were coming home and I could see Jace at the front of the convoy.
His vest was dusty. His clothes were dirty and his motorcycle carried fresh scratches.
However, he was upright. He was riding toward me.
Alive.
I didn’t wait for him to stop completely. Jace climbed off the motorcycle
