Goodbye, Mr. Regret

All they could do was wait-wait for Timothy to come out.

Herbert, worried Jessica might collapse, scooped her up and carried her over to the lounge, gently settling her on a chair.

Sallie didn't like seeing Jessica so close to someone else, but she gritted her teeth and said nothing.

Half an hour crept by. Once Phelps and Naylor had finally recovered a bit, Naylor helped Phelps to the waiting area outside the operating room as well.

No one spoke.

Everyone's thoughts were fixed on Timothy's injuries.

Time stretched endlessly.

To the Lawson family, Timothy was their hope.

And for Jessica, the thought of Timothy in danger was unbearable.

Divorce was divorce, but she'd never wished pain or suffering on him-let alone death.

Especially not now, when he'd gotten hurt saving her and Herbert.

reaction had been anger-she thought he

limbs wouldn't stop

hospital that day, too, taking care

on being there having family around lifted a patient's spirits, and this was

son.

Vince slipped away to visit Henry's room. After

few times before; to him,

was his blood-his sister's

"Poor kid-so father's in surgery. Two

already, and now

The nurse, busy helping with Naylor and Phelps moments earlier, told him Timothy

stairs two at a

immediately saw Herbert beside Jessica in the lounge. Jessica was pale,

in front of her, his voice soft:

saw Vince, the tears she'd held back for so long finally

strong in front of everyone else, but never with Vince. He always managed to comfort

"Big brother..."

why Jessica was