A Corridor of Leather
That night, Dale drifted. Word went out. Dozens of brothers filled the hallway, boots quiet on linoleum. A nurse who’d watched it all tipped off Jessica. She brought Emmett.
“Family only,” an ICU nurse began.
“We are family,” Jessica said, steady as stone. Snake stepped out, took one look, and waved them in.
Emmett climbed onto the bed. He pressed his ear to Dale’s heart. Then the little boy did something that broke everyone open—he made the sound. The tiny chest tried to copy that deep, steady rumble.
“Dale okay,” he whispered, patting the vest. “Dale safe. Emmett here.”
