2 septembre 2026

After six weeks of sleepless nights, I Found a biker Crying at my son’s Grave…

Still nothing.

The silence felt deliberate.

Cruel, even.

Especially because Cade wasn’t just another member of the club.

He and Marcus had a bond I never fully understood.

When Marcus was little, Cade taught him how to change oil.

How to polish chrome.

How to respect a machine.

When Marcus got older, Cade taught him things I couldn’t.

Patience.

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