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.

Thurston, Naylor, and Henry were

tell Grandpa the good news. If he hears Timothy's going to wake up, he'll

go right now," Thurston replied,

aching. "Aunt Sallie, why did Dad

was gentle. "A beam fell on him. It could have been so

the nurse called-Henry still needed an IV. Naylor took Henry by the hand and led

allowing herself to breathe. The tension that had gripped her heart all day slowly eased. She reached for Timothy's hand, only

surgery, Jessica

open his fist, but his grip remained iron-strong; she couldn't move his fingers at

If you care

this morning that Jessica had learned Herbert had spent seven years researching aphasia-all for her sake, hoping one day she'd speak

Jessica chose Herbert? What

had given Herbert a private room to rest. After settling him in, Jessica helped him sit up

his lips were and quietly

Herbert didn't take it right away. Instead, he studied her face,