“Please Trust Me,” the Driver Said as He Hid Me in the Trunk on My Son’s Wedding Day.

to go, Fred?”

“Yes, sir,” Frederick replied with perfect calm. “Right on schedule.”

The passenger door opened. Blake slid in, and his cologne filled the car, the same sharp, clean scent Bernard used to wear. “Man, I can’t believe I’m doing this. Getting married. I just wish Dad were here. He’d probably have some joke about me finally settling down.”

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