I Was Alone at the Funeral of the Old Biker I Killed

The church was completely empty for the biker’s funeral—except for one terrified teenage boy who was responsible for his death. Sixteen-year-old Marcus sat in the front pew, his hands shaking as he stared at the closed coffin of the man he had struck while distracted by his phone. The old biker had clung to life…
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