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.

thought she was my mom. If I go

way, it would break her heart. If you really don't want her to come, your dad or your aunt

a moment, then said, "Sheila, since Henry needs you, why don't you stay a little longer?

"But..."

pressed together, struggling. "I really don't want to cause you any more

without a word, wheeled it toward the

and Henry hurried

a fight with your family because

and looked at her, his gaze steady and

me. Things aren't like they were seven

skipped

Was he saying...?

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

then finally relented. "Alright.

step out for

house, but a moment later returned and went into the master bedroom. From his own suitcase, he pulled out a

Bentley glided down the driveway, the headlights

Three hours later.