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.

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

address and explained her situation, sending the message to

even arranged

managed to hold on until she heard the sound of sirens—but then everything went

Gilded Whisper

they confirmed someone was inside the

She ran out, just in time to see firefighters breaking Timothy's

idea how they got the door

Jessica was unconscious, being loaded onto a stretcher by the

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

fast asleep, but the noise and the distant wail of

Sir! Please

in

on the wall-it was

the covers, Timothy jumped up and

fire truck and ambulance were

car. The window

His jaw tightened.

automatically, yet Jessica had just sat there and never got

Unbelievable.

All this fuss.

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

the bedroom and

phone

another car and set his

the phone powered back

he got a call from

same time, he saw a new text