A Huge Bearded Biker Took My Elderly Mother for Weekly Drives—After Her Funeral, He Approached Me and Revealed Where They Had Really Been Going

behind us.

“That’s why I need to tell you something.”

“She thought a lot of you too.”

“What?”

“Those weren’t exactly scenic rides.”

My stomach tightened.

“Then where were you taking her?”

He held my gaze.

“To see my mother.”

“Those weren’t exactly scenic rides.”

I stared at him.

“Why would Mom spend every Saturday with your mother? Do I know her?”

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