For several heartbeats, nobody says a word.
Not Diesel.
Not Tucker.
Not Mayhem.
Not Jade.
Not even Dad.
Sure as hell not me.
The garage is so quiet, I can hear the fluorescent lights humming overhead.
Willow simply smiles, as though she hasn't dropped an emotional grenade into the middle of a feared, ferocious motorcycle club.
I look from her to Dad, then to the faded photograph still clutched in his hand.
Denise.
The name echoes in my head. I've never heard it before, and now an absolutely horrible thought arrives uninvited:
Did Dad cheat on Mom?
The idea makes me feel sick – not because I believe it, but because I don't. I know my father. Or at least I thought I did.
Mayhem seems to reach the same conclusion. He slowly turns to Dad.
"You wanna explain?"
Dad blinks. "Expla
