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As I prepared to get on my bike, Moose stepped up to his motorcycle parked beside mine. Before he kicked the bike over, he looked at me. “We give you shit because you’re the youngest out of us, but all joking aside, I hope you know each one of us has your back. Whether it’s helping you move or giving you support on the kid front.”

Moose didn’t wait for me to reply, he fired up his bike and pulled out behind my dad. Bringing up the rear, riding with my brothers, it was the best feeling in the world.

It would take time getting to know my son, but I couldn’t wait to share this experience with him like my dad had done with me.

Chapter Six

Raven

“Yeah,” was Ry’s replyafter I knocked on the bedroom door.

Luckily my grandparents had a four bedroom home, so Ry and Reagan could each have their own room while we looked for a place of our own. I was occupying the same bedroom I always did when at my grandparents’ house. Whether living there or visiting.

“Can I come in? I brought food with me.”

“Sure.” I wasted no time opening his door because I didn’t want to chance he’d change his mind.

Ry sat on the bed with his back up against the headboard, twirling one of many motorcycle models he’d put together. He had a shelf in his room at our home in North Carolina and the different models lined up on it followed the age he’d been when he’d put it together. His skill level increased with each one.

I walked to the bed and set the tray down on the nightstand. Then I sat on the edge of the bed next to him. “You did a great job with that one.” I pointed to the model, it was the last one he’d put together and the only one he’d kept with him, instead of packing it away in storage with the others.

“Thanks.”

“You should eat before it gets cold.”

“Not hungry right now.”

“Okay. How about you pick what we have for dinner?”

“I don’t care. Reagan can pick.”

Not once in the exchange did Ry lift his eyes to mine. He kept them on the model as he turned it over and over.

“You want to talk about what happen today, Ry?”

The silence was worse than the short replies. I would have paid any amount of money to know what he was thinking. It seemed like hours passed by while I waited, but when I looked over at the clock on his table, it had only been twenty minutes.

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