Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Timothy walked over, concern etched on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Timothy, talk to Henry for me, will you? I really have to go back home."

Sheila looked pale and anxious.

Timothy's voice grew gentle. "Is this about the news today?"

"Timothy, we..." Sheila turned away, struggling for words. "I don't want to be a burden to you anymore. My father just called-he's arranged a marriage for me. He wants me to come home and meet the man."

"Miss Sheila, please don't leave, okay? My teacher recommended me for the children's arts competition, and I want you there with me..."

Henry clung to Sheila's hand, his voice trembling with tears.

Sheila's eyes filled with tenderness. She knelt down and gently wiped away Henry's tears.

"Henry, it's not that I don't want to be there for you. I've already delayed my trip for days. Your great-grandfather keeps urging me to come back. But if I get the chance, I promise I'll visit again, alright?"

Henry turned hopefully toward Timothy.

If I go to the competition with someone else, everyone's going

she knew you felt this way, it would break her heart. If you really don't

Henry needs you, why don't you stay a little longer? Jessica can't speak, and now that Henry's older, it's only natural

"But..."

"I really don't want

her suitcase and, without a word, wheeled it toward

Henry hurried after

don't start a fight with your family because of me. You know I'd

and looked

like they were

skipped

Was he saying...?

you can stay. Please, don't

relented. "Alright. I'll

to step out

into the master bedroom. From his

as Timothy's Bentley glided down

Three hours later.