Big Mike’s Custom Cycles remains open, though the back room now has proper permits, fire protection, and a small nonprofit fund managed with David’s legal help. One evening, Mike caught a fifteen-year-old trying to steal tools and responded by setting a sandwich on the bench beside him. Then he handed the boy a wrench and told him to start by sorting sockets. David watched from the doorway in a tailored suit, his sleeves rolled back and grease already darkening his fingertips. He no longer separated the attorney he became from the runaway Mike once rescued. The law had protected the building, but the building had first created the lawyer capable of protecting it. Some families begin with birth certificates and shared names; theirs began with an old sandwich, an open toolbox, and one man’s refusal to throw a frightened child away.