Goodbye, Mr. Regret

After a while, Henry picked up the phone.

"Henry, have you had dinner yet?"

Sheila's voice was as gentle and caring as ever.

Maybe it was because Henry wasn't in a great mood-he didn't sound nearly as cheerful as he usually did when she called.

His aunt had told him he should really call Sheila "Great Aunt" according to the family tree.

His mother had been furious about his behavior and was now completely ignoring him.

He should probably do as his aunt suggested.

"Good evening, Great Aunt," he said.

Sheila almost dropped her phone.

"Henry, what did you just call me?"

"Great Aunt. You're Dad's aunt, after all. I should address you properly."

Sheila had so many things she wanted to say to Henry, but his sudden formality left her speechless.

Wasn't he always closest to her? What had changed?

"Henry, it's true I'm your dad's aunt, but we were born the exact same day, month, and year. Technically, yes, I am your great aunt, but you've always just called me Miss Sheila, haven't you?"

"That was my mistake. I should have used your proper title. Is there something you needed, Great Aunt?"

country and had planned to get some information out of Henry. But with how things were right now, she figured it was

just haven't seen you in a while. I missed you, so I wanted to

all lately, actually. He'd cried more than a few

want to

dislike the closeness between him and Sheila, and if she found

out to Sheila because he worried about his mother-since she couldn't speak, he struggled

was never about

else, I'll say goodbye.

"Alright. Take care."

Henry hung up.

felt like something was stuck in her

couldn't

hadn't even been that long, and he'd

tossed her phone

she truly wanted Henry, anyway. What

to her,

arrived at the

then, night

Zimmerman Manor,

swered, and

it was, said,

really shouldn't

in

"I'm only here to drop something off. Could you please give this to Jessica for

The butler remembering how