Seventeen years later...

"He's not driving it."

"Nolan, we talked about this." Caroline grabs her camera off the kitchen counter and stands there waiting.

"I'll drive it and drop them off."

She rolls her eyes at me like I'm being ridiculous, but I'm worried about our son Sam taking the Mustang to prom.

"It was his grandfather's car—the man he's named after. He's driving it, and everything is going to be okay."

I let out a breath and cross my arms over my chest. There's no way I'm ...