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"Oh my gosh!" Sarah exclaimed under her breath, a hand flying up to cover her mouth. She clutched the photograph, her knuckles white. She had been tasked with cleaning out her Aunt Millie's belongings, and this discovery had her buzzing.

The photo depicted Aunt Millie, supposedly a pious churchgoer, perched on a motorcycle, wind whipping through her hair, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She was wearing leather, looking every inch the rebel she'd never been portrayed as. Sarah flipped the photo over, and on the back, scrawled in faded ink, was a date. It was the same year that Aunt Millie claimed to have found God.

Sarah began to pace the room, the picture clutched tight. Her aunt had been hiding something. This was more than just a picture; this was a revelation. A delicious mystery.