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

years, but I still caught myself thinking that way, wishing he were here, wishing I could turn to him and say, “Do you feel it too? This wrongness?” But Bernard wasn’t here. And Blake, my sweet, trusting Blake who’d been so lost after his father’s death, was downstairs getting ready to marry a woman who said all the right things but whose eyes always continue reading …