Walter put the phone back in his pocket and said quietly, “Cole, I started out exactly like you, and my own father-in-law once told my wife I was not good enough.” He looked at my hands again. “Landon never knew that story, because I was ashamed of it. I let him grow up believing money made a man.” He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a folded invitation. “I have a question for you. But first, read this.”

It was the wedding program, and printed across the top, in gold, were the words: “Ceremony beneath the arch crafted by Raymond Cole Hartley, in memory of his father.” I stared at it. Megan had never told anyone I made it, yet someone had added my name and Dad’s. Walter’s eyes grew wet. “My wife put that in, Cole. She asked me to find you before Saturday.”