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“Why didn’t you come to me?” the biker muttered.
Not expecting an answer.
Not believing one would come.
But then—
something moved.
A breath.
Slight.
Weak.
And the man’s eyes opened.
Just enough.
He didn’t look around.
Didn’t search.
Didn’t question.
He looked straight at him.
A faint smile.
Barely there.
“You took your time…” he whispered.
The biker’s throat tightened.
“Yeah,” he said.
“I always do.”
A pause.
Then the man’s gaze shifted.
Toward the girl.
“She found you,” he murmured.
The biker nodded.
“Of course she did.”
Silence filled the room.
Not heavy.
Not broken.
Complete.
“Take care of her,” the man whispered.
The biker didn’t answer right away.
Because some promises…
don’t need words.
He just nodded.
And for the first time in years—