Robert turned to the rest of the bikers, a silent understanding passing between them. Each one of these men had their own story, their own scars, and here was a boy who needed them more than ever. They nodded in unison, silently agreeing to stand in as Justin’s makeshift family.
“Alright, kid,” Robert said. “Next Friday, we’ll be there. You’ll have a whole gang of dads.”
Justin’s eyes widened, disbelief mingled with hope. “Really?”
