I was wrong.
The First Arrival
Fifteen minutes later, the low rumble of an engine broke the stillness.
A dark green touring motorcycle rolled into the parking lot, sunlight reflecting softly off its chrome. The rider removed his helmet, revealing a calm face marked by years of experience and quiet strength.
His name was Thomas Callahan, a retired paramedic who now spent his days repairing engines and helping neighbors who needed a hand.
He walked toward Lila, who had returned to sit quietly beside her cake.
Lowering himself to one knee so he wouldn’t seem too tall, he gave a small, respectful nod.
“Happy birthday, Your Majesty,” he said warmly. “I heard there was a riding party happening here. Thought I’d better not miss it.”
Lila blinked, unsure if she had heard him right.
“You came… for me?”
He smiled gently.
