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Levi
I hated motorcycles on a good day. Riding ‘b***h’ on one in the pouring rain certainly wasn’t my idea of a great time. Since I had jogged to my bench by the sea, riding behind Meg on this death-mobile was the fastest way to get to my little girl. I just hoped Meg didn’t manage to kill us both on the way there.
Even though I didn’t want to admit it, Meg did a great job handling the huge bike, even though the wet roads made for less-than-stellar conditions. She hurried, but kept us safe as we made our way to the hospital to see Harper.
She made her own parking spot in the hospital’s lot and we both jogged inside like we owned the place. We had to look like drowned rats, but nobody stopped us as we made our way to Harper’s room.
We barged into the room, and I was surprised to fin
