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I Started Watching Him
My wife had passed away some time earlier, and visiting her grave had become part of my routine.
Then I began noticing the motorcyclist.
Rain or sunshine, he seemed to come at roughly the same time every week.
I couldn’t understand why.
I knew most of the people who had been close to my wife, and I couldn’t remember anyone who matched his description.
So I started wondering:
Who was this man?
And more importantly, what connection did he have to my wife?
