That night, sleep eluded me.
I tossed and turned, my mind racing with possibilities and what-ifs.
What could have driven the bikers to take such an unexpected stand?
They weren’t exactly known for altruism.
Was there more to this family than met the eye?
Or had the bikers changed somehow?
Morning came too soon, the first light creeping through my curtains.
I dragged myself up, the weight of the day sinking in even before my feet hit the floor.
The diner was already buzzing when I arrived.
Conversations hung heavy in the air, fragments of speculation and disbelief.
