Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica's hands were full, making conversation impossible.

But Herbert could already guess what she wanted to say.

"Wondering why I'm here?" he asked with a half-smile.

Jessica nodded.

"I came to visit my grandfather's grave, and thought I'd stop by your grandmother's too. I can't even count how many meals she made for me when I was a kid."

Of course, the real reason was to keep Jessica company.

He knew today was the Thanksgiving Day, and Jessica would be here to pay respects to her grandmother and mother.

Herbert reached out, taking the offerings and flowers from Jessica's arms. “Let's do this together."

He loaded the items into the trunk, then opened the car door for her.

Once they were inside, Jessica began sharing her morning's speech therapy practice. She admitted it was still tough—even the simplest sounds wouldn't come out right.

much more than before, which is why you're suddenly making some sounds. You'll recover faster than most. All you need is a

her body was

into her palm-a

she started signing, Herbert would have to take his eyes off the road to watch, and she didn't want to be a

Herbert's car all

parking, Herbert and Jessica got out and walked together

bring her home-nothing more. If he reported that she was

their respects, Secretary Allen hurried over as they returned to the

you back to Riverside City as soon as possible," he

signed, **Tell him I'm not

frowned, helpless. "Mrs. Lawson,

says to tell President Lawson she won't be coming

around Jessica's shoulders and steered her toward

"Mrs. Lawson,

didn't want to make things harder for him. She took out her phone and