Shane paced nervously back and forth in his father’s office as his father finished ironing the wrinkles out of his tux shirt.
“What are you so nervous about, son? You are making me anxious with all of this pacing. You’re not having second thoughts are you?” Isaiah asked, holding the shirt up to inspect his work.
“No, I am not. In fact my nervousness has nothing to do with the wedding. How can Lane go so long with out letting us know where he is or if he is okay? I wanted him to be my best man, but he is no where to be found. It’s like he dropped off the face of the planet all together. I know that I shouldn’t worry about my brother, but it has almost been a week. This isn’t like him, Father,” Shane said., still pacing.
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