Her Own Son Abandoned Her on a Bench — But the Bikers Took Her Home
“Is your son’s name Paul Carter?” Bear asked. Her breath caught in her chest. “Y-yes,” she whispered. Bear sighed, stood, and motioned to the others. “Thought so.” The bikers seemed to know something she didn’t. Bear gently took the grocery bags from her trembling hands. “Come on, Margaret. Let’s get you home.” Margaret hesitated. “But……