Lynn Garfield Novels & Stories

The voice seemed familiar, but I could not place it. “Speaking.” “Leah, it’s Jack. Jack Carter.” “Jack,” I paused for a second, “How are you?” “Always so pleasant. I need to ask you a favour as I know Logan will not ask you.” “Of course.” “I and my wife Chelsea, Logan’s mum, are having a family get together next weekend for his birthday.” “His birthday?” I questioned. “Logan didn’t tell you?” “No!” I was surprised but also not somehow at the same time.

I followed the script and calmly admitted to mistakes that were not mine. A journalist suddenly asked, “Mr. Sheldon, we heard you were diagnosed with leukemia some time ago. You might not live for more than a month. Would you approve of Ms. Walter and Mr. Surrey being together after your death?” My sickly expression appeared on the screen. I was not surprised by the question. As Jaime’s husband, I often had paparazzi around me. I did not deny anything. I simply smiled. “Yes, I will give them my blessing.” I did not know which part angered her, but Jaime’s calm expression vanished. She stood up at once and ended the live broadcast.