PART 1
The biker suddenly went silent… 😳
That’s what everyone noticed first.
Not the kid.
Not the question.
The silence.
Just a second earlier, everything was normal.
Engines humming.
Low voices.
Then the boy stepped closer.
“Excuse me,” he said quietly.
The biker barely looked at him.
“What do you want?”
The boy hesitated.
“I was told to find you.”
That made the biker pause.
Just slightly.
“Who told you that?” he asked.
The boy didn’t answer right away.
He just stood there…
holding something in his hand.
Then slowly, he lowered it.
That’s when the biker saw it.
A necklace.
Old.
Scratched.
Familiar.
Too familiar.
The biker’s face changed instantly.
“Where did you get that?” he asked.
And this time…
his voice wasn’t steady anymore.
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The boy looked down at the necklace.
Then back at the biker.
“My mom gave it to me,” he said.
The biker shook his head immediately.
“No,” he said.
“That’s not possible.”
The other bikers went quiet.
Completely quiet.
Because they had heard that tone before.
Not often.
Only when something from the past came back.
“She told me I’d find you here,” the boy continued.
The biker didn’t respond.
His eyes stayed on the necklace.
Like he was trying to convince himself
it wasn’t real.
“What’s her name?” he asked.
The boy answered.
And that’s when it happened.
The biker stepped back.
Not because he was threatened.
Because he understood.
“She said…” the boy added slowly,
“you’d probably pretend you don’t remember.”
Silence.
Heavy.
“But she told me to tell you something,” the boy continued.
The biker didn’t interrupt.
He couldn’t.
“She said…”
“…you were the last person who saw her.”
The words didn’t hit loudly.
They didn’t need to.
Because the moment they were spoken…
everything around them changed.
The biker didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t deny it.
And that was enough.
