Whip. MorningStar MC New Orleans, #6

Five years ago, I found the missing piece of my soul. I returned to Roanoke, VA, with a hole in my chest that only my missing sister could fill. She was the reason I joined the club, and after years of looking, my brothers delivered on their promise to help me rescue her. What I found when I arrived there was so much more. Leaving and going home to help my sister regain a life stolen from her was the only mission I had left, and now that it was complete, I realized I had forgotten about my own life in the process. Convincing myself that I didn't deserve my own happiness is a penance I will happily deal with in silence as long as the people I love are safe. But when my past comes knocking, looking for help, I realize just how much I left behind all those years ago.