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

Mrs. Lawson was taken to Riverside General

up and

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. He asked around

burned with

for his phone and, almost without thinking, dialed Jessica's number. Then he remembered she'd blocked him. Just as he

screen. She suddenly recalled that, when she'd been trapped in the car-sick and desperate—she'd removed

automatically, Jessica calmly added Timothy's

picked up, which only poured fuel on

opened it: a missed call alert from Jessica,

He quickly tried her number again, but

she'd seen his call just now and