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.

teacher all thought she was my mom. If I go to the competition with someone else, everyone's going to ask questions. I don't

shouldn't be embarrassed about your mother. She can't speak, but that's not her fault. If she knew you felt this way, it would break her heart. If you really don't want her to come, your dad or your aunt

since Henry needs you, why don't you stay a little longer? Jessica

"But..."

"I really don't

without a word, wheeled it

Henry hurried

your family because of me. You know I'd feel awful

set the suitcase down and looked at her, his

aren't like they

skipped

Was he saying...?

you can stay. Please, don't leave yet, okay?"

then finally relented. "Alright. I'll

to step out for a bit," Timothy

later returned and went into the master bedroom. From his own suitcase, he pulled out a velvet box

Bentley glided

Three hours later.