“You knew him,” Tommy said.
Four words. After four years of silence.
I crouched down slowly. My knees popped. My heart was hammering. Because I didn’t know this kid. Had never seen his mother. But the patch he was staring at was our club insignia. Warriors’ Rest MC. A motorcycle club for combat veterans.
“Ma’am,” I said carefully. “What was your husband’s road name?”
She went pale. “How did you know he had a—”