Chapter 4

Mark stared at Liam's name on the hospital form as if the letters might rearrange themselves.

"Liam?" His lips barely moved. "The rider was Liam?"

Jason pushed back from the table so quickly that his chair struck the wall. "I didn't know. Uncle Mark, I swear I didn't know it was him."

Mark turned toward him at once. "Of course you didn't. It was dark, and he was wearing a helmet."

I watched the two of them. Mark had just learned that his son was lying in the ICU, yet his first instinct was still to reassure Jason.

"Do you…