I love my biker father more than anything, but he didn’t walked me down the aisle, I thought he’d abandoned me just like Mom always warned he would.
My name is Olivia Mitchell, and I’m twenty years old. I’ve been riding motorcycles since I was eight, sitting on the tank of my dad’s 1987 Harley Softail while he worked the controls. People always said it was dangerous. Mom left us over it when I was six, screaming that she wouldn’t watch her daughter die on a motorcycle.
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