Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica forced a faint smile.

No matter how tactfully Sallie put it, the message was always the same— Jessica's muteness was a disappointment.

She should try harder.

But Jessica had been trying, day after day, to prove herself worthy of Timothy. She'd done everything she could think of. If only the Lawsons could show her a little more respect, maybe Henry wouldn't have grown so distant, so ashamed of having a mother who couldn't speak.

But what could she do? She was voiceless, powerless.

That's why she was so willing to support Carlisle and the others they worked so hard to prove that even without a voice, they could live, work, and create just like anyone else.

Sallie, meanwhile, felt she'd done all she could for Jessica. She'd given her advice, offered reminders, and now, if Jessica couldn't appreciate it, she'd just have to deal with the consequences herself. As for Sheila, Sallie was sure their grandfather would step in.

With that, Sallie left.

Jessica made her way to Henry's hospital room.

He'd had surgery just before dawn; now that the anesthesia had worn off, he probably still hurt. Even in his sleep, his small face was scrunched up in pain.

She didn't want to blame him. But it stung, deeply, that he clung to Sheila and seemed embarrassed by his own mother. Every time he pushed her away, it cut her to the bone.

so she wasn't tired that night. She kept watch at Henry's bedside, quietly waiting for him

Morning came.

opened his eyes, he saw Jessica dozing beside his bed, her head resting on her arms. Something tugged at his

as a little boy, opening his eyes to see his mother slumped in the same spot, trying to stay awake all night for

didn't love

was the wealthiest man in Riverside City, and naturally, everyone

didn't want them to find out that

"Mom..." he whispered.

head snapped up at the

you stay here all

Jessica nodded.

typed into a text-to-speech app: "Henry, are you hungry? Do you want

and Henry noticed the ring on Jessica's finger-the one his dad

pleasant enough, but it was still artificial, a reminder that his mother would never speak to him

felt so pointless, even childish. He rolled his eyes. "You can just use sign language, Mom. I know how to read it. Dad gave you that talking ring so you

ache throbbed in Jessica's