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.
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