Will
WILL
The call comes in around five pm.
is neck deep in paperwork, fighting back the urge to pull his hair out of his scalp and curse himself for ending up in this position to begin with. He wants to curse the obligations tied to this job. He wants to yell at the universe for everything that led to this moment in time. But most of all, he wants to say no. He wants to go against his grandfather and do the right thing rather than be the scapegoat. He wants to figure out what it is he loves and pursue that rather than be strong-armed into doing things he feels aren’t right.
So when her name flashes on his phone screen, he more than welcomes it, her ever-positive outlook on life a gift she doesn’t even know is more valuable than anything he could ever buy.
“Bridget,” he breathes, hearing her name spoken aloud alone is a healing balm for the burns accrued throughout the day.
“?” She sobs. His stomach plummets, her cry a starting gun to his heart. “, I need you.”
And with just those four words, he’s up, all the work he needed to complete by the end of the day forgotten.
“Tell me where to meet you; I’m on my way.”