Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica braced herself against the wall, the bowl of water she'd been carrying slipping from her grasp and crashing to the floor, sending water splashing

everywhere.

She looked pale and unsteady.

Timothy hurried over and caught her before she could fall. "Jessy, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick? Let me take you to the hospital."

She tried to shrug him off, but a sharp pain twisted through her abdomen, leaving her too weak to resist.

Vince rushed over, gently prying Timothy's arm away and wrapping his own around Jessica's shoulders.

In a faint voice, Jessica muttered, "Vince, make him leave. I don't want to see him."

Timothy's heart pounded in his chest. "I'm not going anywhere! You're sick, Jessy. Let me take you to see a doctor."

Jessica shot him a cold look. "I don't need your help. Just go."

Even though she was barely holding herself together, her words came out with surprising force.

you say you were going to change? She

a long moment he finally turned and left

Jessica over to the bed

I'll be fine once I take it. I just left my bag in

Zachary saw him, he said, "Vince, why don't you take your mother and Jessy home to rest

I'll go get

the room. He poured her a glass of water and handed

meds, swallowing them with a

home. Are you up for it? If you're not,

she sees me like this, she'll only worry

for you. Jessy, don't be scared. The test results will come quickly, and once they're in,

bear to lose her now. No one in

told Mrs. Zimmerman that Jessy had already met Daisy and had even taken her as her goddaughter. With Daisy running a fever, Jessy was

Zachary nor Mrs. Zimmerman protested, so

watching as Vince led Mrs. Zimmerman out to the