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."

just nodded and

and Sallie were both mature and reliable, and both sides of the family-the Howard side and their own -cared deeply,

grandson, with Jessica around as a mother, he barely had

recently, with Jessica pulling back, that Henry ended up at the old

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

was around, Timothy's little household ran smoothly. If anything important came up at the old house, she'd be there in a heartbeat. With her handling things, it wasn't just him—no one in the family had

though? It was

Headache after headache.

caring daughter-in-law made all the difference for

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

through breakfast, Timothy didn't mention

popcorn

in limited release, so not every

with Henry, just like everyone

he took Henry's hand and led him

hard as the first. As for Henry, like many others in the

rolled did Henry finally understand why

scenes in the

familiar

him. The theater was

it to

he didn't

out into the