Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"How did he suddenly pass out? He was perfectly fine when I left the house."

"He just fainted out of nowhere while we were eating. I'm not sure what happened, really."

Mabel's voice trembled with worry.

"I'll be right there," Timothy replied at once.

He pocketed his phone and turned to Jessica. "Henry's fainted. I have to go home now. The sketchbook..."

Timothy glanced at the paper-cut illustrations in his hand, then looked at Jessica. "Henry made these himself. I hope you'll take a good look at them.”

He pressed the illustrations into Jessica's hands before hurrying out to his car.

Jessica stood there, the sketchbook clutched to her chest, her emotions tangled. She didn't want to look at it.

But the call about Henry fainting... Of course she was worried.

In the past, she would have dropped everything and rushed after them, anxiety knotting her stomach.

Now, even though she stayed behind, her heart was already with them.

She didn't really believe anything serious would happen to Henry, but fainting out of the blue was never a trivial matter.

Timothy was trying to be considerate. He knew she wasn't ready to face him or their son together, so he hadn't asked her to come to the hospital.

All Henry's troubles used to fall squarely on Jessica's shoulders. Timothy had never really needed to worry.

Henry's mother always there for him, Timothy had felt free to

he couldn't keep leaving everything to Jessica. It was time he stepped up as a father. She couldn't be expected

moment, dazed, before she finally turned and walked quietly

and Mrs. Zimmerman were waiting

was still holding the

he wouldn't take

Jessica nodded.

"He's gone already?"

She nodded again. "Yeah."

put out. That was

onto the couch

was

lettering were the words: Me and

kid, with

showed Jessica and Henry

copied from a photo of mother and son

been just a baby, swaddled in her

have seen that photo once,

sat beside her, quietly taking in

that Timothy

Jessica was his mother. She might be disappointed in her

but no mother could even

that bond. It was like his own mom-after his sister disappeared, she'd never stopped worrying, never stopped hoping, until the longing