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."

and let

always had it pretty easy. Timothy and Sallie were both mature and reliable, and both sides of the family-the Howard

a mother, he barely had

recently, with Jessica pulling back, that Henry ended up

what he was doing, and frankly, didn't

anything important came up at the old house, she'd be there in a

It

Headache after headache.

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

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

through breakfast, Timothy didn't mention

they reached the theater, Timothy even bought him popcorn

release, so not every theater was showing it. The

Henry,

took Henry's hand and led him

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

when the credits rolled did Henry finally understand why his

in the

familiar

him. The theater was

to Timothy.

he didn't

walked out into the