Goodbye, Mr. Regret

The doctor had explained that there was still a glimmer of hope in her condition, but the chances were slim—and chemotherapy came with the very real risk that she might not survive the treatment itself.

That was why Jessica refused chemo.

With this conservative approach, at the very least, she could expect another six months.

She reached for her phone and typed out a message.

"Thank you, Doctor. I don't want to take that risk."

The doctor sighed and said, "I'll prescribe you some more medication, then."

Jessica quickly typed another line.

"Thank you. Could you also help keep my diagnosis between us? I don't want my family to worry."

She handed the phone over to the doctor so he could read her words.

It was a lie—and she knew it. Her husband and son were never the type to worry about her. Telling them would only be a wasted effort, so she'd rather not bother.

of pity knowing her days were numbered, nodded.

while later, Jessica was wheeled out of the emergency

"Ma'am, are you alright?"

it was Mabel waiting for her, Jessica managed a smile and typed out a line on her phone: "I'm fine, Mabel. Don't

wasn't finished yet, so a nurse

full of concern. "I'll go grab you some

Jessica nodded.

Mabel left quietly.

balcony making a call, arranging a blood transfusion for Sheila. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mabel leaving the building. His gaze darkened for a moment,

was nearly finished, she pressed the call button. A nurse came in, changed the bag, and left. Just

It was Herbert.

whole family had moved back. Their new house was styled after an old English manor, but Mrs.

make them, but none of the designs looked quite right. That's when they thought of Jessica's

why Herbert had sought

grandmother had always hoped she would carry on the craft, and Jessica was personally acquainted with Mrs. Wheeler, so she agreed to

at her IV, and estimated when she'd be done before sending