Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Before she left, Jessica still wanted to see Henry one last time.

After all, he was her own flesh and blood.-

He was only six-just a child, really. How could a mother possibly hold a grudge against her own son?

As she reached Henry's bedroom door, she heard his voice from inside.

"Miss Sheila, my mom is usually very polite. I don't know what happened today. I want to apologize for her. You're an adult, so please don't be mad at her, okay?"

He was too young to understand the tangled web of adult relationships. If Sheila really was Timothy's aunt, then by family standards, there was nothing wrong with what Henry said.

He was trying to defend her.

Jessica felt a bittersweet twinge of comfort.

She was about to push open the door when Henry continued, "Miss Sheila, thank you for being so understanding and not getting upset with my mom. I just wish my mom could talk as nicely as you do. Then I wouldn't have to worry about my classmates making fun of her for being mute."

...

"Yeah, there's a kid in my class whose mom limps, and everyone teases him all the time. I don't want to end up like that being laughed at, not able to hold my head up."

Jessica let go of the doorknob, her breath catching painfully in her chest.

The older Henry got, the less he could accept her shortcomings.

She had barely six months left to live...

When she was gone, Timothy would be Henry's only guardian.

maybe Timothy would remarry, find some perfectly healthy woman

these were the first things she worried about-afraid that a stepmother might

her world. From the day he was

maybe none of that mattered

nothing

was better not to see

light creeping

dragged his exhausted body through

he'd been in the

to the hotel bedding could have been explained easily-Jessica would have

bedroom door, a gust of air fluttering a slip of

for cleanliness, and Jessica always kept the house spotless. It was strange to find a scrap of

with a chill. Normally, as soon as his car

the door behind him, strode to

"Yes, sir. You're home."

"Where's Jessica?"

not in the

Mabel didn't know where she

the scrap of paper, Timothy told her, "After breakfast, make sure to tidy up

"Of course."

his phone and called

the number you have dialed is currently

Sheila had twisted her ankle just after leaving the house. He'd taken her to the hospital-she'd been in pain all night. She'd finally managed to fall asleep, and he'd rushed home as soon as

his attitude last night hadn't helped. He'd even asked his assistant to wait in line for more than half an hour at Velvet Fork to

the house, her phone was off, and now she

off his tie,