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?"

was back in the country and had planned to get some information out of Henry. But with how things were right

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

lately, actually. He'd cried more than a

to tell Sheila

the closeness between him and Sheila, and if she found out, she probably still wouldn't speak to

his mother-since she

never about needing Sheila

I'll say

"Alright. Take care."

Henry hung up.

like something was

kid really couldn't

he'd already forgotten her-after all she'd done

Sheila tossed her

anyway. What she really

to be close to her, he was nothing

arrived at the

night had completely

were on inside Zimmerman Manor, and he

swered, and upon

who it was,

really shouldn't

in

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

The butler remembering how