At my daughter’s wedding, forty-two bikers arrived without warning and blocked the doors of the church, preventing anyone from entering. Even now, when I think back to that morning, I can still hear the low rumble of motorcycle engines echoing off the stone walls and see the confusion spreading across the faces of our guests. It was supposed to be the happiest day of Sarah’s life. The church stood at the end of a quiet tree-lined street, decorated…
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