I consider using my driver, but decide I don’t want anyone else looking at Alice today. It’s been awhile since I’ve taken my Volvo XC90 for a ride, anyway, and I like the look on Alice’s brother’s face when I pull up at the Peterson house. “Nice ride, Stag,” he says.

“Safest car on the road,” I tell him, reaching behind the driver seat to grab the flowers I got for Alice.

“I know that, asshole,” he says. I shrug, straighten my collar, and ...