Bikers Broke Into My House While I Was at My Wife’s Funeral
When I pulled into my driveway that afternoon, I thought I’d lost my mind. Fifteen motorcycles were parked out front, engines cold, gleaming in the sun. My back door was kicked in. I was still in my funeral suit. Still holding the folded flag from Sarah’s casket. My wife of thirty-two years was gone. I…
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