Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Herbert, you don't need to worry about me. I've made it to Aetherion, but..."

Jessica's hands stilled mid-sign.

Herbert knew all too well how much she'd suffered with Timothy, and he'd been hoping for the day she could finally break free. Yet, now that she was here in Aetherion, he didn't feel as relieved or overjoyed as he'd imagined.

He remembered Timothy's threats, written all over his face that day-he'd made it clear he wouldn't let anyone take her away. For her to escape Timothy's grasp, Herbert could only imagine what it had cost her.

He didn't know the details, but the evidence was there: bruised fingerprints on her cheek and a small split at the corner of her mouth.

Jessica noticed Herbert watching her in silence, and continued signing, "My throat hurts..."

Herbert snapped out of his thoughts, concern sharpening his voice. "Is it bad?"

Jessica nodded.

"All right, turn on a lamp and use your phone to take a picture of your throat for me. Let me have a look. And what happened? Why does it hurt so much all of a sudden?"

Jessica's expression faltered. The memory of that night-the humiliation-made her chest tighten. She'd barely had the strength to seek out Vince afterward. As for anyone else, she could never bring herself to say a word.

signed, "I strained my voice

vocal rehab exercises as prescribed. She'd wanted so

didn't press her. Instead, worried she was in pain, he said, "Okay, I'll let you go. Send

ended, Jessica searched the room, eventually finding a small flashlight. She tied it to the vanity mirror with a scarf,

manage to open wide enough, snapping several photos and picking out

a doctor, but even she could tell-the

reply came quickly, his worry evident

was bad. From the looks of it, her throat had

just from overdoing her

for now. Once the prescription

sent him her location and

minutes later,

mild diet soups, purees, nothing too hot room temperature is best.

She looked away, unable to

didn't want to talk about what