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.

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

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

even arranged for an

to hold on until she heard the sound of

into The Gilded Whisper Estates the

was inside the car, they

she heard the commotion outside. She

had no idea how they got the

was unconscious, being loaded onto a stretcher

shock, Mabel hurried back inside, pounding on the

the noise and the

Sir! Please

collapsed in the

clock on the wall-it was

off the covers, Timothy jumped

ambulance were just leaving as he got

window glass

His jaw tightened.

programmed to lock automatically, yet Jessica

Unbelievable.

All this fuss.

away. Aren't you going to

back to the bedroom and quickly

his phone and realized it

he switched to another car and set his phone

the phone powered back

immediately, he got a call

time, he saw a new