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.

out of the

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

and stepped into the

in the emergency room. The doctor advised her to have a full check-up, having noticed something concerning, but Jessica didn't want anyone else to know about her cancer. She told the doctor she'd already been tested

rushed into the hospital, the room was empty.

chest burned with

Then he remembered

seat of a cab, saw Timothy's name flash on her screen. She suddenly recalled that, when she'd been trapped in the car-sick

Jessica calmly added

only poured fuel on Timothy's

up—an unread message. He opened it: a missed call alert

twisting his thoughts. He quickly tried

she'd seen his call