Just a black Harley roaring away twenty minutes later.
And a woman sitting on her porch, shaking, wrapped in a blanket, holding her daughter.
Rick was gone by morning.
He never came back.
The Aftermath
Police reports listed the incident as a “domestic disturbance.” No suspect. No charges. The truck disappeared. Rick vanished from Lily’s life like a bad dream fading with daylight.
Crow never told his club about it.
He didn’t brag. He didn’t post. He didn’t want thanks.
But two weeks later, his phone buzzed again.
Unknown Number.
“Hi. This is Lily’s mum. I just wanted to say thank you. You saved us.”
Crow stared at the message for a long time.
Then he replied.
“Just make sure she knows she did the right thing.”
A moment later, another text arrived.
“She wants to know if angels are real.”
Crow smiled.
“Sometimes,” he typed. “They ride Harleys.”
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