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?"

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

nothing really. I just haven't seen you in a while. I missed you, so I wanted to check in

actually. He'd cried more than a

didn't want to tell Sheila

Sheila, and

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

about needing

nothing else, I'll say

"Alright. Take care."

Henry hung up.

like something was stuck in her

couldn't be counted

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

tossed

anyway. What she really wanted was

close to her, he was nothing more than a

at the Zimmerman

then, night had

Zimmerman Manor,

swered, and upon

who it was, said,

really shouldn't

in

portfolio. "I'm only here to drop something off.

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