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

reliable, and both sides of the family-the Howard side and their own -cared

as a mother, he

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

was overwhelming. He was out of practice, didn't know what he was doing, and frankly, didn't want the job. He just

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

though? It

Headache after headache.

made all the

dad would bring up what happened before. He still remembered how angry

through breakfast, Timothy didn't

they reached the theater, Timothy even bought him popcorn and a

release, so not every theater was showing it. The line was

waited outside with Henry, just

it was finally time, he took Henry's

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

credits rolled did Henry finally understand why his

scenes in the movie

familiar

him. The theater was

to

he didn't

walked out