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Sebastian stepped out into the hallway. Looking back to Willie, I spoke, “Hear that? Sebastian is giving you an all-expenses-paid funeral. Even though I don’t believe in them, I’m going to let him do it anyway. It’ll make him feel better.”

“The funeral home said they can see us today. I told them we’d be over soon. That’s if you’re ready.”

“I am.”

As we walked out of the room, one of the nurses called out to us.

“Here’s his bag that was brought in with him. Since you’re his family, you should take it.”

“Thanks.” I gave a small smile.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Sebastian

A tear fell from my eye today. It was the first tear I’ve had since I was five years old. Was the tear for Willie? Or was it for seeing Chloe so upset? I didn’t know, and it didn’t matter at this point. She needed me, and I needed her.

In the room where the caskets were lined up, we walked around and looked at them. I came across a beautiful mahogany one with brass trim.

“This one is nice for him,” I spoke as I stood in front of it.

“Yeah. It’s nice,” Chloe responded.

“You don’t sound enthused about it.”

“No. No. I am. It’s nice,” she hesitantly spoke. “If you like it, we should get it.”

“Do you see one you like better?” I arched my brow at her.

“No. This one is fine.”

“Chloe, are you okay? I get the feeling you don’t want to do this.”

“Is it that obvious?” I bit down on my bottom lip.

“Just a bit. I can take care of everything. I don’t want you any more upset.”

“It’s not that this really upsets me. It’s just not necessary.”

“What’s not necessary?” I asked.

“A casket that costs ten thousand dollars. We can lay his body in something a little cheaper.”

“Oh. I was just trying to give him the best.”

“I know you were.” I smiled. “But it doesn’t matter. His spirit is on the other side now, and he’s at peace. He doesn’t care about a ten-thousand-dollar fancy casket. We can bury him in this one right here.”

“But it’s so plain.” I frowned.

“So? It’s going in the ground, Sebastian.”

“Fine. If that’s the one you want, I’ll buy it. But, just for the record, I want to be buried in the ten-thousand-dollar casket.”

“Of course you do.” She smirked as she placed her hand on my chest.

After picking the casket, I had the funeral home make the arrangements at the cemetery.

“Just call me when you get the details sorted out,” I spoke to the funeral director.

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