Over the next few days, Jake told us everything. How he’d chased the basketball. How he’d seen the motorcycle too late. How Marcus had braked and swerved, how the bike had clipped him but Marcus’s quick reaction had prevented a direct hit. How Marcus had been there, holding him, talking to him until the ambulance arrived.
“I heard you,” Jake told Marcus on day fifty. “In the coma. I heard you reading. I heard you talking about Danny. I wanted to wake up and tell you I was okay.”
“I got you something,” Marcus said. He handed Jake a leather vest. A small one. On the back, it said “HONORARY NOMAD.”
“You’re part of the family now, kid,” Marcus said. “You fought your way back. That takes courage.”Continue reading…
