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

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

even arranged for an

managed to hold on until she heard the

into The Gilded Whisper Estates the moment they

confirmed someone was inside the car, they

commotion outside. She ran out, just in

idea how they

was unconscious, being loaded onto

wide with shock, Mabel hurried back inside, pounding on the master bedroom

fast asleep, but the noise and

Please open

in the

clock on the

the covers, Timothy jumped up and

truck and ambulance were just leaving as

The window glass was shattered all

His jaw tightened.

yet Jessica had just sat there

Unbelievable.

All this fuss.

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

to the bedroom

for his phone and realized

to another car and set his phone on the wireless

the phone

got

the same time, he saw a