đ ď¸ Healing in the Rumble
I told her the truth. Angel hadnât just been a soldierâhe was healing with us. Twice a week, while she thought he was at the VA, he was riding with his brothers. The roar of engines, the bond of shared painâit was our therapy.
Tommy kept whispering words heâd never spoken before: âFast. Chrome. Freedom. Daddy words.â
