Goodbye, Mr. Regret

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."

Sheila hurt her foot? That must really hurt. Dad,

tone was firm. "No.

to push further, and mumbled, "Can I go see

"That's fine."

off his chair, ran over, and flung his arms around Timothy, standing on tiptoe to plant a kiss on his father's

up early, okay? So we can go visit Miss Sheila

ruffled Henry's hair and stood up, personally taking him to

care of the room herself, so it was already spotless. Mabel couldn't understand why Mr. Williams had specifically

opened the window to

she

wind was

cancer diagnosis letter was pushed

before, Jessica had returned to

she'd tidied up the house, the sun was

wanting nothing more

liver cancer, or maybe it was just the relief of having nothing to worry about for once, but she slept deeply didn't wake until eight in the

her

chimed nonstop with text and

calls, some

Mabel was probably

the past, she'd have called back instantly to check on

she just

were also two bank notifications-Timothy had transferred her two million dollars,

He needed her

had sent her two messages-one from the morning, one from a