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 let them

were both mature and reliable, and both sides of

as a mother, he barely

with Jessica pulling back, that Henry ended up

of practice, didn't know what he was doing,

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

It

Headache after headache.

had to admit, a caring daughter-in-law made all the difference for a family. Timothy took Henry

up what happened before. He still

Timothy

the theater, Timothy even bought him popcorn and a Coke-

not every theater

waited outside with Henry, just like

it was finally time, he took

and scenes hit him just as hard as the first. As for Henry, like many others in the

why his father had insisted he memorize

in the

familiar

him. The theater was

it to

so he didn't

walked out