Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica just stared at Henry, silent.

Henry thought she must be upset, so he hurried to explain. "Mom, you've always cared about me most, right? You wouldn't want me to be teased by others, would you? When we're alone, you'll always be my mom. But could you let Miss Sheila pretend to be my mom in front of everyone else? Just for show-would that be okay?"

Jessica's lips trembled.

This was the child she'd carried for nine long months.

She felt a deep, helpless ache rising inside her, the kind that makes you want to cry but leaves you with no tears.

Suddenly, a metallic taste filled her throat. She clamped a hand over her mouth and rushed out of the hospital room.

She doubled over in the hallway, retching.

When she pulled her hand away, she saw a smear of blood in her palm.

Tilting her head back, she closed her eyes for a moment, then walked toward the public restroom.

She turned on the tap and rinsed her hand clean, watching the blood swirl away, then splashed cold water on her face, desperate to wash away the tears threatening to spill.

She wandered out, numb, barely feeling the floor beneath her feet.

phone rang. She fished it out of her pocket-it was Henry,

Instead, she hung up and typed

I can't hold out anymore. Can you come

her, Jessica knew Sallie would never leave Henry

was Timothy's only

the one she'd helped raise. Sallie had never married or had

I'll be there as

to fulfill her duty as a

new message came

you

the ache in her

let herself think too much

now.

son's character had gone astray, but he was still young-there was

matter how hurt or angry she felt, she couldn't

all her suspicions were nothing but paranoia, if she'd misunderstood everything, she'd make a new decision-she'd give father and

she'd do her best to set Henry back on the right

six months left to live, she couldn't just stand by and watch