Forty Bikers Made a Promise to a Little Girl And Kept It Until the End

By nightfall, bikers began arriving. First a handful, then more. They came from different clubs, different pasts, some rough around the edges, all with the same quiet intention: to sit, to listen, to stay. They brought stuffed animals, coloring books, stories, and laughter. They organized shifts so there was always someone in the room—morning, afternoon, night. Katie gave them nicknames and called them her “Beard Squad.” The nurses noticed something unexpected: her vitals steadied, her smiles returned, and the room filled with life. Over the weeks, her walls became covered with crayon drawings of bikers with wings,  motorcycles lifting her into the sky. Big John became “Maybe Daddy,” a title he carried with trembling pride.

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