Goodbye, Mr. Regret

She still needed to confirm which hospital it was.

When Timothy left the house, he'd only caught a glimpse of the ambulance's rear bumper-he hadn't seen which hospital it belonged to.

Henry was still half-conscious when they brought him out, his cheeks flushed with fever.

Timothy's expression was grim.

If Jessica had done her job, Henry wouldn't be suffering through this.

They settled Henry into a hospital room while Timothy waited anxiously outside. He questioned the nurse and learned that Henry's high fever had triggered the coma-a mild case of pneumonia, they said. Recovery would take some time, but there was no need to worry.

Timothy stepped into the room. Sheila was gently wiping Henry's face with a damp cloth. When she noticed Timothy, she looked up and said, "Timothy, you should go check on Jessica."

Without waiting for a reply, Sheila turned her attention back to Henry, carefully cleaning his hands.

Timothy's frustration only deepened. These were things Jessica should have been doing.

rang. He stepped out of the room to

her. Mrs. Lawson was taken to Riverside General Hospital, the

up and stepped into

else to know about her cancer.

into the hospital, the room was empty. He asked around and

chest burned

Then he remembered

on her screen. She suddenly recalled that, when she'd been trapped in the car-sick and desperate—she'd removed his number from her blocked list so she could call him

call ended automatically, Jessica calmly added Timothy's number to her block list

which only

a missed call alert from Jessica, just

thoughts. He quickly tried her number again, but

his call