"Really?" I asked, glancing down at her, but she was focused on the cleared path in front of her.
"Yeah, I mean, who wants to be normal?" She replied with a shrug before looking up at me with a smile. A smile so huge, bright, and genuine that it took my breath away. "You're part of a motorcycle club. Grew up in it and everything. That's kind of really exciting if you ask me."
"Uh, y-you really think so?" I asked her.
"Yeah," she said, looking back at the path. "It was always just me and my parents. I never knew what it was like to be surrounded by family, but I bet it felt... safe. I bet there's never a dull moment," she said, trying to push out a laugh.
But I know Deidra. I know how alone and out-casted she felt even before her parents died. And I vividly remember the panic I felt whe
