He’d missed the wedding — a family thing out of state, he’d sent his apologies and a generous gift — but he wanted to see how it had gone. Ray made coffee and pulled up the photos, walking him through the day with the quiet satisfaction of a man who felt he’d finally done something right. Marcus scrolled slowly. Paused on the formal shot.
Ray and Diane at the altar, Samuel beside her. He studied it without saying anything, then handed the phone back. “What’s his name? The husband.” Ray replied, “Samuel Voss.” Marcus turned his coffee cup in his hands. “What does he do?” “Finance. Investment work. Vague on the specifics but you know how those types can be.” Ray smiled. “Diane seemed happy with it.”