Lily wept quietly. Not because of her illness, but because of everything good that had grown from it.
Three years later, she’s in remission. At age eleven, she rides behind Brick in every charity rally, her vest now two sizes bigger, her heart infinitely so.
The Copper Falcons ride on—loud, loyal, loving.
And stitched over every heart: a winged heart drawn by a brave little girl who reminded them what it means to stand for something.
Because real warriors don’t just ride. They stay. They guard. And they love.
Unapologetically. Fiercely. Forever.
