RIVER

I tried to look for every excuse in the book to get out of this, but my father seemed to have a response to every claim I had.

"It's a Sunday morning; what else could you be doing?” he asked.

I looked to Taylor, hoping he would say something to stop my father from putting us in this very awkward position. Instead, he just faced him squarely and nodded once.

“If you want to, Mr Wilson, then I think we can," he then trailed to me gently as if the final decision rested in my hands. ...