The Angel in Leather Who Laid Down Beside My Screaming Son!

could tolerate a little more, Bear gently shifted the moment. He showed him pictures on his phone—his motorcycle, long roads, ordinary snapshots from daily life. Then he played the sound of the engine.

I expected Marcus to recoil. Loud sound had just unraveled him.

But this was different. The engine was steady, controlled, rhythmic. Marcus leaned in continue reading …