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?"

back in the country and had planned to get some information out of Henry. But with

I just haven't seen you in a while. I missed

hadn't been well at all lately, actually. He'd

didn't want to tell Sheila any of

closeness between him and Sheila, and if she found

ever reached out to Sheila because he worried about his mother-since she couldn't

about needing Sheila

else, I'll say

"Alright. Take care."

Henry hung up.

felt like something was

kid really couldn't be

even been that long, and he'd already forgotten her-after all she'd done for

Sheila tossed her phone

Henry, anyway. What she really wanted

didn't want to be close to her, he

arrived at the

then, night had

lights were on inside Zimmerman Manor, and he

and upon

who it was, said,

you really shouldn't

in a

to drop something off. Could you please give this to Jessica

The butler remembering how