Goodbye, Mr. Regret

After Jessica Greene stormed out, she turned to Daisy and said, "What he did wasn't a little mistake-it was a huge one. Saying sorry isn't enough to make up for it."

Daisy, ever the peacemaker, replied, "Then maybe you should test him a bit, see if he's really sorry."

Daisy never knew her own parents, so she couldn't bear the thought of Henry losing his mother, too.

Kids without mothers always seemed so pitiful to her, like little blades of grass trying to survive on their own.

Daisy was only running a fever. After her IV drip finished, the doctor came by to check on her and said the fever had broken. She was free to go home, just needed to pick up some medicine and take it for a couple of days.

Before leaving the hospital, Jessica wanted to check in on Grandpa. But Mrs. Zimmerman told her, "Larkin's asleep. No need to disturb him-go home and get some rest, it's been a long night."

It was nearly dawn when they got back, and none of them had really slept.

They were just heading out the hospital doors when they ran into Yates Bryant and his wife.

The night before, Yates hadn't come by right away. The flight had been

exhausting, and with Larkin already asleep, the Zimmermans told him it was better to rest and come by in the morning. So he and Mrs. Bryant showed up early to visit.

crinkling into a smile. "Mrs. Zimmerman, I can hardly believe how much better you look. I suppose

Salome's back, I feel like my

greeted them politely, "Good morning, Mrs.

Mrs. Bryant," Daisy

touched

to Mrs. Zimmerman and Jessica. "We'll just go upstairs

last night, so Jessy stayed with her at the hospital. I'm going to take them

"Take care, you two. We'll head

and didn't say a word? I asked you

talk about wedding plans? You're always in such a hurry. Didn't you

"All right, all right, you're the eloquent one. But

off those skills in front of

they disappeared into the

had decided to

stayed with Henry all day, not stepping out once. He didn't know much about paper-cutting, but he did his best to help