Inside, an older employee overheard the murmured discussions about Bobby. The name Keene resonated with him, and he glanced up at the bank’s plaque honoring past community leaders, one of whom was Bobby himself. Alarmed and perplexed, the employee made a discreet call: “It’s Bishop Coyne. Summit Ridge. He’s here.”

Meanwhile, Bobby sat outside, his eyes fixed on the flag flapping in the breeze. Each ripple reminded him of the battles fought, both abroad and within his heart. Unbeknownst to the bustling bank, his quiet vigil was about to receive unexpected reinforcement.