Her hands ached in the mornings.
But her eyes still held a pale blue fire that refused to go out.
“You’re up early,” she said without turning around.
Caleb eased himself into a chair.
“The rally started yesterday.”
Darla closed her eyes for half a second.
She knew that look.
Her son used to get the same one every August. Restless. Pulled by the sound of engines. Like his heart heard motorcycles before his ears did.