Saturday morning arrived with a completely different kind of energy and for the first time in weeks, I woke up thinking about something other than danger.
The regional motorcycle show was happening at the fairgrounds and Lawson Customs had been preparing for it for days.
I climbed out of bed, showered, brushed my teeth, and pulled my hair into a neat ponytail before getting dressed in jeans and a clean Lawson Customs shirt.
When I walked downstairs, Jace was already waiting with coffee.
"You ready?" He asked as I took the cup from him.
"I think so." I said.
"You've been working on this bike for weeks." He said.
"I know." I said.
"You should be proud." He said and I smiled.
"I am." I said.
The motorcycle belonged to Uncle Will. It had been sitting in storage for years before I dec
