Granting one last wish

SEB

I feel so terrified to hear from her saying she’s dying. How did her daughter take the news? Where is she, anyway?

“We both agreed not to tell our daughter. Not until tomorrow, at least, but I know she’s going to hate me for this or her father, Seb.” She pauses.

So, am I going to break the news to her? I never met their daughter, and I’ve never even seen her before. Mike and Catie seemed to be good parents, and if their daughter got the looks from both of them, then she is beautiful.

“Seb, I want you to promise me something.” She takes a long deep breath, and my palms turn cold clammy.

I hold my breath when I feel like I’m not going to like the next words will come from her mouth. In my twenty-five years of existence, I’ve never been in this position, making promises to a dying woman, which I know I can’t say no. So I have to do whatever she asks me to.

“Whatever, Catie. I’ll do everything you want.” I start sweating even the room is cold, and I feel claustrophobic.

I open one button of my shirt and loosen my tie.

“I know you’re happy with your life. You’re supposed to be the last person I asked a favor for, but I don’t trust anyone besides my husband. I’ve known you long enough to know what’s underneath that bad boy and playboy image, and you have a good heart, Seb. You have reasons why you choose this life, and you haven’t met the right one for you.” She takes a breath.

So that’s it, and now I’m getting more nervous.

I constantly swallow why a lot of jumbled thoughts pop in my head. Is this what I think it is?

Jesus. Good grace. Hallelujah.

This can’t be happening, and did I just promise?

Can I take it back? No.

I think I’m going to faint before her.

I feel that the worst day of my life is taunting me, and everything is flashing back in my head—it starts from the tabloid that ruins my life, to the meeting that gave me a headache, and to the last words of my dad.

And I’m still in front of a dying woman.

“Before I admitted myself, I finalized my Will, and even my husband doesn’t know most of it. Just me and my lawyer, Atty. Timothy Sanders. I made a copy for myself, and I want you to have it. You don’t have to be there during the reading of the Will, but make sure you secure it safely.” She breathes deeply again. “And you’ll know when the right time to open it, Seb.”

a long sigh. So it’s not that bad

to haunt me.” I want to see her smile at least, so I continue, “So,

never forget this moment for the rest of my life. She motions to the drawer. I stand up and pull the drawer at her bedside. I notice a manila envelope. I pick it up with my sweating hand. It is light, but there is something inside other than documents that catch my attention.

necklace she gave it to me. It has a pendant—a tulip, our favorite flowers. My daughter likes red, and I like purple. So

smirk, and I don’t know why. I fold the envelope

“So, she doesn’t like purple, huh? I keep that in

can’t repay you anymore, but I know my daughter will. Please take care of her. Promise me, Seb.”

too pale, and she breaths hard, and I panic and

my head. “Tell her I love her so much, and I love you

promise Catie.

***

I look down at the delicious food on

hot shower might help to calm my nerves. I stand under the showerhead until I can’t take it

again. For fuck sake, Seb. You just witnessed a woman died in front of you,

the loss of his wife, and there’s a daughter who just lost a mother, and she has

such an ass.

I dial my cousin and my best

your office early today, and that’s

I can’t tell him family emergency because he knows I’m

knows me too well, and if something’s bothering me. I’m not good at lying, and I never

hear the worry in his voice.

I give up. I know he’s going to find out.

I had to leave soon,” I explain

okay? Or your dad? I don’t think it’s about work

you pass by, and we’ll talk about

here or throw a party. I stay here on weekdays. It’s close to my

you’re okay? You didn’t knock-up that starlet, did you? Did you really have sex with her? She isn’t your type, you know. You prefer blonde, tall

my eye, but I know he’s just trying to annoy me.

come up with an idea that I have sex video with her, don’t go there.” I

I stand up and walk to the door, and here he is, still in suit one button open, loosened the tie, and wearing

and pour ourselves two glasses of whiskey. I give him his glass

on his

guessing? I get it. It’s bad news,” he talks while I’m looking at the high ceiling of my penthouse. I can feel his gaze on me like he