Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 5

Timothy arched an eyebrow, staring irritably at the razor in his hand.

"Whatever. I'll just make do."

After Henry got up, father and son sat down together for breakfast.

Henry had barely tasted his chicken noodle soup before he grimaced and called out, "Mom, did you put too much salt in this?"

No answer.

He tried again, a little louder. "Mom?"

Timothy replied calmly, "Stop calling, your mom isn't home."

Immediately, Henry tapped at his smartwatch, trying to call Jessica, but her phone was switched off.

Lowering his voice, Henry said, "Dad, do you think Mom's upset and ran away?"

"She didn't."

With both him and their son at home, Timothy was certain Jessica wouldn't just leave.

"Good. I still think Mom's breakfasts taste better, though."

Neither of them really enjoyed the meal that morning; it just didn't compare to what they were used to.

"Dad, last night Mom made Miss Sheila so mad she left. Is she coming to see me today?"

"She twisted her ankle and is in the hospital. She probably won't be able to visit today."

must really hurt. Dad, can you call school for me? I want

tone was firm.

and mumbled,

"That's fine."

his arms around Timothy, standing on tiptoe to

me up

Henry's hair and stood up, personally

took care of the room herself, so it was already spotless. Mabel couldn't understand

the window to let in some

the place was immaculate, she still

the wind was picking

letter was pushed

had returned to her

time she'd tidied up the

she finally turned off her phone, wanting nothing

was just the relief of having nothing to

switched her

chimed nonstop with

texts first—several missed calls,

Mabel was probably calling about

called back instantly to check

just

two bank notifications-Timothy had

needed her out of the way again. She

from the morning, one from a

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