son, a man who had faced down enemies as a Navy SEAL without flinching, sat perfectly still in his chair, hi
ung cancer,
between us, a heavy
e you more time, but we need to be real
chest, a physical ache that made it hard to breathe. He looked at me, his eye
y. "There's one thing... one th
pping the arms of my chair. "A
ant to know you're settled, that yo
Marriage. It had always been a distant idea, something for the future. The
ed to say, forcing a reas
the mantelpiece were photos of us, and of them. Sarah, Chloe, and Emily. The daughters of my father's fallen comrades, the girls he raised as his ow
, I'm going to m
mething more. Now, it was my only hope. I pulled out my phone, my t
ed her
p?" Her voice w
d, the words feeling clumsy. "My dad... he's not well. His dy
could hear the faint sound
"I can't. You know I'm dedicated to my animal rights activism now. I have a protest to organize ne
h dropped
though she didn't sou
mber. She answered on the se
hat do I ow
proposal, the words tast
lly just discovered I have gamophobia. You know, a pathological fear of commitment. My thera
g up. One last chance. Emily. She was the prac
ng," she answered, her voic
thirty seconds." I rushed thr
olicy against personal relationships that could be a distraction from our work. We
ic
s deafening. I stared at the photos on the mantel, at thei
video message from a friend. The caption re
nd on the deck, Sarah, Chloe, and Emily. They were in bikinis, laughing, drinking champagne. With them was Ethan, the son of my family's chauffeur. They
ights activism. A phobia of commitment
he quiet halls of the mansion until I found Alfred, our family's long-time butler, poli
old engagement agreement. The one my grandfather m
on one of complete surprise. He looke
terling was in that terrible car accident last year. She has been
solve didn't waver. A woman in a coma. At least she co
the single word h
erned. "If I may be so bo
irls, the chauffeur's son. He saw the bracelets, the casual intimacy, the blatant betrayal. He was silent for
e said, his voice clipped. "
hday, pulled into the circular driveway. The four of them got out, laughing and laden with shopping bags from high-end boutiques. My eyes imm
. Notifications for charges on my supplementary credit card. One after another, they scrolled past. Ten million dollars. Gone
out, I took a deep breath. I suppressed the inferno of rage build
sed a small, heavy shopping bag in
houghtful gift we
, was a hand-carved crystal watch stand. An accessor
ught, a bitter taste in
carefully constructed mask of c
. Consider it a consolation prize." She then leaned in, her eyes probing mine.
y head, not tr
am, I know you're upset we said no. But we couldn't help it. I've found
ly. "We all have our reasons. Can't
s, taking turns sitting on Ethan's lap, striking seductive poses for a camera. Now they stood before me, drap
the video and watching their faces crumble, I chang
ospital. Can you v
ern faltering for a second. "W
e show, interjected smoothly. "Hold on, Chloe, didn't we agree to hike u
between Sarah and Emily. A cold dread se
n. Besides, Mr. Harrison is a strong ex-SEAL; it's probably nothing serious. There's no
lifted. The four of them then turned and walked off laughing towards the ma
sed them, was less importa
g. A bitter, humorless
-