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

her situation, sending the message to emergency services. It

even arranged for an

to hold on until she heard the sound of

Whisper Estates the moment they

confirmed someone was inside the car, they immediately smashed the

inside the house when she heard the commotion outside. She

how

was unconscious, being loaded onto a stretcher by the

with shock, Mabel hurried back inside, pounding on

fast asleep, but the noise and the distant wail of

Sir! Please

collapsed in

glanced at the clock on the wall-it was already

off the covers, Timothy jumped up

fire truck and ambulance were just leaving as

The window glass

His jaw tightened.

programmed to lock automatically, yet Jessica had just sat there

Unbelievable.

All this fuss.

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

the bedroom

for his phone and

things, he switched to another car and set his

the phone powered

immediately, he got

same time, he saw