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.

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

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

even arranged for an

she heard the sound of sirens—but then

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they confirmed someone was inside the car, they

commotion outside. She

had no idea how

loaded

hurried back inside,

but the noise and the distant

Please open

collapsed in

at the clock on the wall-it was already

covers, Timothy jumped up and

ambulance were just leaving as he got

The window glass was shattered

His jaw tightened.

lock automatically, yet Jessica had just sat there and never

Unbelievable.

All this fuss.

Aren't you going to the hospital to check on

strode back to the bedroom and

reached for his phone and realized it

he switched to another car and set his

he drove, the phone powered back

got a call from

he saw