“You ever hear of broken wings, little bird?” he asks. I shake my head. “Is that a biker thing?” He nods. “When a rider has a broken wings patch, it means that rider’s been in a crash. Usually a pretty bad one.” I take a deep breath and focus on the richness of Morris’s voice. His words vibrate through my body like he’s speaking to my soul. “But you don’t just earn the patch by falling off the bike,” he continues. “You earn the patch by getting back on. Riding again. Overcoming your fear and flying—even if you have broken wings.”
