Hawk lifted Sophie gently, her sequined dress shimmering in the fading sunlight. “Thank you, little princess,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
Sophie, now clearly exhausted, leaned her head against his shoulder. “Isla said you’d protect Jonas,” she murmured before drifting into a deep sleep.
Helen approached, grateful and overwhelmed. “I don’t know how to thank you,” she said to Hawk. “Or how to explain what just happened.”
He shook his head, looking at the sleeping child in his arms. “Some things are beyond explanation. She saved a life today, and she brought a piece of my daughter back to us.
With the paramedics on their way, the bikers formed a solemn escort, engines rumbling softly in reverence. As Helen followed, she knew this day would linger in their hearts forever—a day when a little girl in a princess dress became a hero and a bridge between worlds.