Goodbye, Mr. Regret

She always tried her best to help others within her own abilities.

"Don't worry. Everything will get better-trust me," Vince said, his voice gentle and reassuring.

Jessica nodded quietly.

Vince glanced at the sketchbook in her hands. "If flipping through that book makes you feel uneasy right now, you don't have to look at it."

"I know," she replied softly.

He gave her shoulder a comforting pat. "Try to get some rest, okay?"

When Vince left, he pulled the door closed behind him with care.

As her older brother, he'd been there through her divorce from Timothy. He knew all too well how hard it would be for her to truly forget him. Childhood affection that lingers into adulthood can root itself deep in your bones. The deeper the roots, the more it hurts to pull them out.

For Jessica, moving on and saying goodbye to the past must feel almost impossible. Even as an outsider, Vince felt a sharp ache just watching her struggle.

He wondered how much kindness and care it would take to heal the wounds she carried.

her lap, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to open it again. She slid it into her drawer and closed it, deciding to leave it alone for

took her

today Vince was coming to take over so

up that morning, and when Jessica entered the hospital room, his face lit

his bedside, sat down, and took

are you feeling any

your movie. You're truly the pride of

after losing her

Jessica replied. "There were so many people

for a while, careful not to tire him out. Since he

keep Larkin company, while Zachary and Mrs. Zimmerman led Jessica toward the

the elevator doors slid open, they found Timothy standing

go home to cook for Henry and bring back some clean clothes. Timothy's shirt was wrinkled, his stubble unshaven, and

him, Jessica and her family hesitated. Rather than step inside, they

shut, Timothy pressed the button

enough to make them wait for