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“Daddy, I want to ride.”
I said it again for what felt like the hundred-and-fifth time this week. My friends kept showing up with their bikes, laughing and racing down the street, and every time I watched them I felt that same sharp little frustration. There were bikes in the garage. None of them mattered because my stepdad still refused to teach me.
I was starting to wish I had a brother instead.
Liam was buckling his shoes by the door, already half gone for the day.
“Baby, I get busy from morning till night and you know that. And I can’t be disturbing the neighbors at night.”
I let my shoulders drop and put on the softest, most pitiful face I owned.
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
He hated seeing me look sad. That was the one thing I could always coun
