The older brother just watched the younger one silently. He knew Christian is saying something, but all he heard was blah-blah-blah. He couldn't concentrate on his words, or simply didn't wanted to. After his brother finished his tirade silence fell between them, Chris probably expected his answer but he was too tired for fighting. For listening too.
Sebastien rolled his eyes and opened the letter, carefully so his brother couldn't read it over his shoulder. He wanted to read it alone first, and than decide can Christian read it, if something usual, something boring, is written he surely can, but if it's not he wanted to read it first to decide whether can he or can't he read it, if it something for his eyes only he'll probably tell him something, but he won't let him touch the paper, he liked privacy, and even his brother wasn't exception.
Hello Sebastien. If you're reading this that means I'm dead. My name is Veronika Zrinski, we met in Manchester before almost 12 years. I was a kid then, but thought I was old enough since I studied. When you're young you think you're old when you finish high school, and you're trying to act like an adult doing adult things. You weren't much older then me ether. Anyway, I'm sending this letter to tell you you have a child. A daughter, specifically. And yes, I was completely sure it's yours, I'm doctor, well now was a doctor, one of the best, but you can do paternity Test if you don't believe me. With the same result.
I found out I was pregnant when I returned to Zagreb and decided it's better to hide from you that you have a daughter, I'm not sure even why, I guess I was scared.
Her name is Barbara, she's incredibly beautiful and smart and acting older then regular 11 years old child, that's the feature she inherited from you, you acted older than 19 when we met. My last wish is that she lives with you if I die, I know she has grandparents, but although they're caring she now, in her age needs parents love, and I can't give that to her anymore. That's the main reason I'm begging you to take her, even if I'm sure you don't think so, you would be a wonderful dad, and I'm sure she already loves you. If you decide so you can met her on her winter brakes, or summer ones if I survive winter but I doubt that, cancer is one tricky thing, I don't want for her to miss school. In this envelope you'll also find a picture of her, with a phone number on the back, call it when you're ready to take her.
PS. She got the letter with explanation too, with your picture in it, so she can recognize you.
I wish you all the best,
Nika
Sebastien was stunned. Has a daughter? Him? It's not possible, it must be some mistake. But he recognize the person who wrote this. He remembered he met her, obviously not just met since they have, if the letter was true, a daughter. He leaned on a bench, suddenly, it was much colder, he wished he didn't took his coat off. Bastien was sure he's dreaming, because he can't have a child, he's too messed up to be father. He'll blow up all.
He carefully loaded his hand in envelope again, his fingers touched something smooth, that must be the picture, but also another piece of paper behind the picture. He decided for the paper first. It was much smaller than the first one with just one paragraph on it.
My daughter died 15th August this year. I'm Ana Zrinski and I know Veronika wanted for you to raise Barbara after her death, although we argued because of that, no hard feelings but I haven't met the person you've become, and I love my granddaughter so much so I don't want to handle her to someone I don't trust. But my silly daughter wanted that so I needed to agree, she's her mother and if she thinks so, or she's nuts, or you're worth meeting her. She's at school now, new one, Hogwarts, she started a few days ago, so you can meet her when she finish her term.
After he read it he pulled out the photo. He was already completely dumb from all this, so why don't look all that. On the picture was blonde girl with pale blue eyes. She didn't have nothing of his own, but she was little version of Veronika. The girl, Barbara, smiled brightly watching the camera, with dimples, just like Nika had. He never could smile like that, maybe they aren't so similar after all, he hoped they aren't. Sebastien couldn't look away. In one moment he noticed his brother saw a picture too but he didn't care, somehow he couldn't stop looking the blue eyed girl. His daughter, he tasted that words in his had.