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.

and there was even a dedicated silent emergency texting service for the hearing

typed her address and explained her situation, sending the message to

even arranged for an

hold on until she heard the sound

into The Gilded Whisper Estates the moment

someone was inside the car, they

was busy inside the house when she heard the commotion outside. She ran out, just in time to see firefighters breaking Timothy's

idea how

was unconscious, being loaded onto a stretcher by

with shock, Mabel hurried back inside, pounding

noise and the distant wail of sirens

Please open

in

glanced at the clock on the wall-it

Timothy

ambulance were just leaving

at his car. The window glass was

His jaw tightened.

programmed to lock automatically, yet Jessica had just sat there and never

Unbelievable.

All this fuss.

her away. Aren't you going to the hospital to check on

to the

for his phone

grabbing his things, he switched to another car and set his phone

he drove, the phone

got

time, he saw a new text message come