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.

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

and explained her situation, sending the message to emergency services. It

even arranged for

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

into The Gilded Whisper Estates

confirmed someone was inside the car,

the commotion outside. She ran out, just in time

how they got the

loaded onto a stretcher

Mabel hurried back inside, pounding on the master bedroom

asleep, but the noise and the distant wail of sirens eventually

Please

collapsed in

the clock on the wall-it was

Timothy jumped

and ambulance were just leaving as he got

looked at his car. The window glass was shattered all over the

His jaw tightened.

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

Unbelievable.

All this fuss.

took her away. Aren't you going

back to the bedroom

his phone and realized

switched to another car and set

he drove, the phone powered

immediately, he got a call

saw a