47 BIKERS SHOWED UP TO WALK MY 5-YEAR-OLD SON INTO KINDERGARTEN AFTER HIS FATHER WAS KILLED RIDING HIS MOTORCYCLE TO WORK

They came at 7 AM sharp, leather vests gleaming in the morning sun, surrounding our small house like guardian angels with tattoos and gray beards. My son Tommy had been refusing to go to school for three weeks, terrified that if he left the house, I might disappear too—like Daddy did. Every morning ended in…