Dad laughed. “You’d already slurped half the shake.”

“Yeah, but it was worth a try. Go get ready, and text Mom when you’re leaving.”

“I’m worried about the drive.”

“The hardest part is getting out the door and into the car. Once you’re on the road, you’ll be right.”

“It’s hard, son.”

“I know, but Mom needs you to step up. Meet her halfway.”

Dad paused, cleared his throat, and took his time answering. “I don’t know if I can.”

“I believe in you, Dad. I know you love Mom and take your wedding vows seriously.”

“I wouldn’t cope if your mother left me.”

Sam clenched his fist and unclenched it. Could Dad understand Mom’s perspective?

He needed a cool head and the right words. “Then you need to drive to Colorado now and talk to her. Show her you love her.”

Dad was quiet. Sam prayed he hadn’t said too much. Dad’s anxiety was high and his motivation levels low. A tricky combination.

“I do love your mother,” Dad said.

“I know you do. Show her by driving to Colorado. I’ll see you for dinner tomorrow night.”

“Will I meet Becky?”

“Yes, and she’s waiting for me to drive to the wedding reception.”

“Okay. I can do it.” Dad’s voice held a resolute tone.

Finally. He’d been around and around this merry-go-round with Dad too many times. It was exhausting. “You can do it, Dad. I’ll be praying.”

“Thanks, son. I’ll contact your mother soon.”

“Good plan.” Sam ended the call and walked over to Becky.

Her eyebrows were raised. “Is everything okay?”

“Dad’s having one of those days.”

“Not good.”

“Yeah. I just need to call Mom. Five minutes at the most.”

“No problem. We won’t be late.”

He nodded and walked around to the driver’s side, then called Mom.

“Sam, your father just sent me a message.”

“Good news, I hope.”

“He’s leaving in twenty minutes.”

He let out a relieved breath. “I’m glad. I’ll be praying he has a safe trip.”