On the Morning of My Son’s Wedding, Our Family Driver Locked Me in the Trunk and Covered Me With a Blanket

calm. “Right on schedule.”

The door opened. The seat shifted. His cologne filled the car — sharp and clean. The same scent Bernard used to wear.

“Man,” Blake laughed, “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Getting married.”

“It’s a big day, Mr. Blake. The biggest.”

Blake’s voice softened. “I just wish Dad were here. He’d probably have some joke about me finally continue reading …