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.

disabilities, and there

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

arranged

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

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someone was inside the car, they immediately smashed

heard the commotion outside. She ran out, just in time to see firefighters breaking

had no idea how they got

was unconscious, being loaded onto a stretcher by

wide with shock, Mabel hurried back inside,

asleep, but the noise and the distant wail of sirens

Sir! Please

collapsed in

on the wall-it was already

covers, Timothy jumped up and

fire truck and ambulance were just leaving

car. The window glass

His jaw tightened.

lock automatically, yet Jessica had just sat

Unbelievable.

All this fuss.

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

the

reached for his phone and realized it was

his things, he switched to another car and set his

he drove, the phone

got a call from

time, he saw a new text message