Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Where's Henry?"

"He's in his room. I've called him down a few times, but he won't come. Says he doesn't want to eat."

Timothy pressed his lips together and headed for Henry's room.

Henry was still lying in bed.

As Timothy came closer, he saw his son's eyes were swollen from crying.

"Henry, come on. Dad's taking you to the movies."

"I don't want to go."

"Not even if it's your mom's movie?"

Henry sat up, staring at him in disbelief. "Mom made a movie? She can do that?"

Timothy nodded. "You'll see when we get there.”

He firmly believed Henry needed to see this film. He deserved to know everything

his mother had done for him—all the love she'd poured into him.

Father and son came downstairs together. Naylor stopped them, offering breakfast.

Timothy shook his head. "No thanks, you all eat. I'll take him out."

nodded and let

sides of the family-the Howard side

his grandson, with Jessica around as a

pulling back, that Henry ended

a kid was overwhelming. He was out of practice, didn't know what he was doing, and frankly, didn't want the job. He just hoped Jessica would come

at the old house, she'd be there in a heartbeat.

though? It was

Headache after headache.

admit, a caring daughter-in-law made all the difference

uneasy, worried his dad would bring up what happened before. He

Timothy didn't mention

theater, Timothy even bought him popcorn and a Coke- treats he would've strictly

movie was still in limited release, so not

Henry,

was finally time, he took Henry's hand and

him just as hard as the first. As for Henry, like many others in the audience, he watched quietly, tears streaming down

Henry finally understand why his

scenes in the movie

familiar

him. The theater was

to

he didn't

and son walked out into the