Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"She's here for the comic convention. I actually made a whole book of paper-cut illustrations for her. I wonder if she'll like it?"

Jessica's throat tightened.

She watched as Timothy and Henry stepped into the elevator together.

She was the one who had taught Henry how to make those paper-cut illustrations.

Most kids loved cartoons, and since she couldn't speak, she'd worried Henry might get bored when she watched him. After each show, she'd sit with him and do crafts, cutting out his favorite cartoon characters, making up little stories, and pasting them into a scrapbook.

Henry used to praise her for how pretty her paper-cuts looked, and in time, he'd learned to do it alongside her.

They'd created so many of those illustrated scrapbooks together.

Henry once promised that when he could finish a whole book by himself, the very first one would be for his mom.

Jessica never expected that day would come so soon-that Henry could already make a whole scrapbook on his own.

Her face pale, Jessica stepped wordlessly into the elevator.

Back in her room, a dull ache burned in her stomach, and fatigue pressed down like a heavy blanket.

She poured herself a glass of water, took some medicine, and lay down to rest. Her sleep was restless, haunted by shadows. In the end, a nightmare jolted her awake.

of that fire from seven

It was already seven thirty in

was an old

lake, each night at eight, crowds would gather along the shore for a half-hour

water every evening. If you dined at The Silverthread Eatery, the view from

Silverthread Eatery was less than thirty minutes from The

married, she longed for those little moments with the man she loved. If Timothy wouldn't

wish was

days numbered, she owed herself this one

got up, washed her face, threw on a

lakeside, crowds drifted along

some stealing kisses beneath

offering roses to every

every rose in the country came from

own love story had never involved roses. In truth,

tore her gaze away from

was about to

sharp boom, the first firework soared into the

up the dusk, scattering