A Biker Visited My Comatose Daughter Every Day for Six Months – Then I Found Out His Biggest Secret
At first, I let it slide.
Sometimes he just talks in a low voice.
“Today sucked, kiddo,” I heard once. “But I didn’t drink. So there’s that.”
At 4:00 on the dot, he puts her hand back on the blanket, stands up, nods at me, and leaves.
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Every. Single. Day.
For months.
At first, I let it slide.
One day I asked Jenna, “Who is that guy?”
When your kid is in a coma, you don’t turn down anything that looks like kindness.
But after a while, I couldn’t stand it.
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