He Walked Away Leaving Only a Truck and a Decision — So I Took One Last Journey
From the very moment Frank Sullivan rolled into Cedar Hills on his weathered Harley, something felt off—like a quiet storm brewing beneath the neighborhood’s pristine surface. It wasn’t just the glare from a few wary neighbors or the subtle whispers behind closed doors. No, there was a deeper tension, an undercurrent of fear and resentment …
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