new job and it’s in New York. I start next week.”
“When did that happen?” she asked.
“Today. I did a skype interview with a marketing company a few days ago and yesterday, I had a second interview. Today, they called and said that my recommendation from Bryce was stellar and they were excited to have me on board.”
Lydia reached over and placed her hand on mine.
“I don’t want you to go. You’re my best friend. We’ve been together since freshman year of college.”
“I know, sweetie. But I feel like I need a new start. It’s a really good job and I’m not starting at the bottom.”
Suddenly, my phone rang.
“That’s weird. It’s my step-monster. Why the hell would she be calling? Hello,” I answered.
“Fiona.” She sniffled. “Your father passed away.”
I sat there in shock, unable to speak as my heart started pounding rapidly.
“Oh my God! How?” Tears formed in my eyes and my body began to shake.
“He had a massive heart attack. I’m at the hospital now.”
“I’m on my way.”
Setting my phone down, I looked at Lydia. “My father just died.”
****
After the funeral, I made a call to the company in New York to let them know that I wouldn’t be able to start for a couple of more weeks due to the death of my father. They were very understanding and told me to take as much time as I needed. As much as Rachel and I didn’t get along, I couldn’t just leave her to clean out my father’s things on her own.
“Robbie called and needs us to come into his office tomorrow. He said there’s something he needs to discuss about your father’s company,” she spoke.
“What about it?”
“I don’t know. Could you spend the night again? I really don’t want to be alone.” She began to cry.
“Yeah. I’ll stay. That way, we can go together tomorrow and then I’ll help you go through Dad’s things before I leave for New York.”
“Thank you, Fiona. Listen, I know we never got along, but your dad would want us to do this together.”
I sighed. “He would. I think I’m going to head up to bed. It’s been a long past couple of days and I’m exhausted.”
“Me too.” She blew her nose.
The truth was, Rachel and I didn’t get along because she was responsible for the breakup of my parents’ marriage. Which also led to the distance that had grown between me and my father. They met ten years ago when I was eighteen when they were involved in a little fender bender at a stop light. They exchanged numbers, settled with the insurance company, and shortly after, a relationship formed. My father told my mother about Rachel a month after they started dating. She had quickly become the most important thing in his life. He left my mother devastated, I went off to college, and he continued on as if he did nothing wrong. We barely spoke during my college years. The plan had always been since I was a little girl that I would go to college, get my MBA, and go to work for his company, Winslow Wines. But that changed when he married Rachel because I no longer wanted anything to do with him or his company. It wasn’t until two years ago that we started to reconnect when my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, which she lost her battle to over a year ago. I never thought in a million years that I’d lose both my parents in such a short amount of time.
The next morning, Rachel and I headed to Robbie’s office at Winslow Wines. He was my mother’s brother, my uncle, and also the financial manager for the company ever since the doors first opened.
“Hi, Uncle Robbie.” I smiled as I gave him a hug.
“Hi, Fiona. Rachel. Please have a seat. You know, Devin, your father’s lawyer.”
“Hello, Devin.” I nodded.
“What’s this about?” Rachel asked.
Devin opened a large brown envelope and took out a stack of papers.
“This is your father’s will pertaining to the company. To be read three days after he was put to rest.” He cleared his throat. “Upon my death, my