I need to ask you for one favor.

The Moment Everything Changed

I need to ask you for one favor."

The laughter at the biker table stopped at once.

Four large men in black leather vests turned toward the old woman standing beside them. She had white hair, gentle eyes, and both hands wrapped tightly around the handles of her walker. Her black purse hung from her wrist like it held everything she owned.

The youngest biker still had a burger in his hand.

"Ma'am," he said slowly, "what?"

The old woman swallowed hard. Her eyes were already wet.

"Would you boys pretend to be my sons for one afternoon?"