Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Herbert turned his head, his expression weary.

"Thank you," Sallie said softly.

Herbert looked away, not saying a word. He just didn't have the strength anymore.

Jessica gently pushed his wheelchair out of the room.

Henry watched as Jessica disappeared down the hallway, tears shimmering in his eyes. He wanted to run after her, but he was afraid she'd push him away.

Just then, Timothy was wheeled out.

All eyes immediately shifted to him.

He was still unconscious, drifting in a medicated sleep. But since the doctors had confirmed he was out of danger, they didn't send him back to the ICU—just a regular hospital room this time.

A nurse came over, her tone firm but kind. There were too many people crowding around, she explained, and it would disturb the patient's rest. Timothy was still under anesthesia and wouldn't be waking up soon, so they couldn't all stay in the room.

So Yates, Kane, and Vince waited outside.

Naylor, and Henry were

good news. If he hears Timothy's going

now," Thurston

heart aching. "Aunt Sallie, why did Dad get hurt

voice was gentle. "A beam fell on him. It could have been so much worse, but he's safe now.

an IV. Naylor took Henry by

only Sallie was left in the room. She pulled over a chair and sat by the bed, finally allowing herself to breathe. The tension that had gripped her heart all day slowly eased. She reached for Timothy's hand, only to find his fingers

surgery, Jessica

his fist, but his grip remained iron-strong; she

heart aching for him. "Oh, Timothy why are you so stubborn? If you care about her, why didn't you say something sooner? Why

Jessica had learned Herbert had spent seven years researching aphasia-all for

grew. What if Jessica chose Herbert?

the hospital had given Herbert a private room to rest. After settling him

lips were and quietly went to pour him a glass of

Herbert didn't take it right away. Instead, he studied her face, his voice tentative. "Is