For years, I had granted wishes for seriously ill children.
I had arranged celebrity meetings, dream vacations, special dinners, and once even turned an ordinary hospital room into a winter wonderland.
But nothing prepared me for the name on one application.
Rebecca.
My high school sweetheart.
The girl who had disappeared from my life twelve years earlier without a goodbye.
Her daughter, Sophie, was twelve and seriously ill.
I drove to their house myself.
When Rebecca opened the door and saw me, she went completely pale.
“Daniel?”
“I came because of Sophie.”
“No.”
“Rebecca—”
“You can’t do this.”
I didn’t understand.
Until Sophie appeared behind her.
She was thin and pale, but her smile was enormous.
“You’re the wish man!”
I smiled.
“I am.”
She thought carefully.
“Can I have pancakes at midnight?”
I laughed.
“That’s your biggest wish?”
“I’ve never had pancakes at midnight.”
