I Love My Biker Father More Than Anything But What He Did On My Wedding Day Destroyed Me
I always thought my biker father would walk me down the aisle. He had been there for every single moment of my life—every scraped knee, every heartbreak, every victory. But on my wedding day, when I needed him most, he wasn’t there. For years, Dad—everyone called him Hawk—was my entire world. He raised me alone…