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.

classmates and 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 want them to find out that

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 can go with you. But don't ever speak

why don't you stay a little longer? Jessica can't speak,

"But..."

up, lips pressed together, struggling. "I really don't want

of her suitcase and, without a word, wheeled

Henry hurried after

please don't start a fight with your family because of me. You know I'd feel awful if you

down and looked at her, his gaze steady and

me. Things aren't like

heart skipped a

Was he saying...?

says you can stay. Please, don't leave yet,

relented. "Alright. I'll stay for

out for a bit,"

but a moment later returned and went into the master bedroom. From his own

Timothy's Bentley glided down the driveway, the

Three hours later.