The biker went to prison to see his daughter’s killer for seven long years. When asked why he kept visiting him, he would simply reply: “You’ll find out in time.”

The biker went to prison to see his daughter’s killer for seven long years. When asked why he kept visiting him, he would simply reply: “You’ll find out in time.” 😱😱

Every Wednesday, for seven years, the biker rode to the prison to see Marcus Webb — the man who had taken the life of his daughter, Sarah, a 19-year-old veterinary student, and left her body in a ditch. 😱😱😱

Marcus had been her chemistry lab partner — “a nice guy,” others said. But one evening, he asked her out, and she refused.

Marcus confessed without regret. “She rejected me,” he said. “I wanted her to know what it feels like to be powerless.” He was sentenced to life in prison. From the day he arrived there, Sarah’s father began visiting him every week.

His biker brothers thought he had lost his mind. Sarah’s mother left him. “How can you face him?” she shouted. But he never stopped. Every week, he greeted Marcus with a faint smile and said, “You’ll find out in time.” 😱😱

Later, when the reason behind his visits was revealed, everyone was shocked.

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The biker went to prison to see his daughter’s killer for seven long years. When asked why he kept visiting him, he would simply reply: “You’ll find out in time.”

From the very beginning, Sarah’s father had decided to visit his daughter’s murderer. Week after week, he made the long trip to sit face-to-face with Marcus, despite the incomprehension of his friends, family, and other victims’ relatives.

Sarah’s mother left him, and his biker friends thought he had gone insane. But he kept visiting Marcus, never revealing his reasons. At every meeting, Marcus asked him the same question: “Why are you here?”

Seven years of weekly visits passed. During that time, Marcus tried to manipulate him, to lie, to seek forgiveness — all in vain. The father never gave him an answer. Over time, Marcus changed; he became a model prisoner, hoping his transformation might mean something to Sarah’s father. But the man remained unmoved.

The biker went to prison to see his daughter’s killer for seven long years. When asked why he kept visiting him, he would simply reply: “You’ll find out in time.”

Finally, after seven years, Sarah’s father revealed the real reason for his visits:
“I wanted you to feel what Sarah felt in her last moments — the same powerlessness, the same confusion.”

He then added that he would continue to visit him every week for the rest of his life, so that Marcus would live each day in uncertainty, never knowing why — just as Sarah had lived her final moments.

The father did not find peace in forgiveness, but in this form of justice. Week after week, he continues to visit Marcus, until one of them dies — making Marcus taste a small part of the helplessness he had inflicted on his daughter.

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