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

the garage.

I ran my fingers over the black shell.

“I still can’t believe she got on that thing.”

Connor smiled. “She hated it.”

“For how long?”

“Ten minutes.”

“She hated it.”

I laughed.

“Where did you take her on the last Saturday?”

“To Mom’s.”

“And after that?”

Connor looked toward Diane.

“Frances asked me to take the long way home.”

My throat tightened.

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