And then Emmett did something that made everyone in the room break down.
He started making the sound. The motorcycle rumble. This two-and-a-half-year-old child, doing his best to make that deep, chest-vibrating sound that Dale had used to calm him.
Safety. Peace. A reason to rest.
“Dale okay,” Emmett said softly, patting the biker’s chest. “Dale safe. Emmett here.”Continue reading…