The Biker's Rules
And watch it crumble.
My parents turn to walk away, but I grab Dad’s arm.
“Dad … something’s wrong,” I whisper. “Doc Barney acted weird just now.”
I hear it in my own voice. Fear.
“Please, Dad,” I beg him. He studies me for a second. Then smiles. Calm. Reassuring.
“Time to use the privileges of being a doctor.”
Mom looks between us. “It’s that bean,” she murmurs, that strange expression flickering again. I swear she’s secretly smiling.