Goodbye, Mr. Regret

When Jessica tried calling Timothy, all she got was a cold, automated message:

"We're sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable."

With a heavy sigh, Jessica lowered her phone.

Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, splattering onto the screen.

Timothy had locked her in the car and then switched off his phone.

It didn't even seem to occur to him that she might suffocate in there.

For seven years, he'd hardly paid any attention to her life.

She was invisible to him.

So, of course he'd never stop to wonder if she was uncomfortable, trapped in the

car.

Of course.

He'd never cared if she was cold or tired.

Jessica drew in a shaky breath and closed her eyes.

She didn't even consider calling Mabel to fetch him.

In the end, she had no choice but to reach out to 911.

had made strides in supporting people with disabilities, and there was even a dedicated silent emergency texting service for

address and explained her situation, sending the message to emergency services. It wasn't long before help was

even arranged for an

she heard the sound of

Gilded Whisper Estates

the car,

inside the house when she heard the commotion outside. She ran out, just

idea how they

unconscious, being loaded onto a stretcher by the

shock, Mabel hurried back inside, pounding on the master

fast asleep, but the noise and the distant wail of sirens

Sir! Please

in the

on the wall-it was already

Timothy jumped

truck and ambulance were just leaving as he got

window glass was shattered

His jaw tightened.

to lock automatically, yet Jessica had just sat there

Unbelievable.

All this fuss.

away. Aren't you going to the

the bedroom and quickly

for his phone and realized it

to another car and set his phone on the

the phone powered

got

saw a new