Goodbye, Mr. Regret

The butler kept his head down, nervous they might blame him for not stopping Timothy.

Honestly, in a situation like this, what could he have done?

Vince understood. None of them had been around, and Timothy had brought in a specialist for Grandpa, trying to help. What could he really say?

Still, it bothered him. He muttered under his breath, "All for show."

By now, Larkin had drifted off to sleep and was out of immediate danger. They could finally breathe a little easier.

But Jessica still couldn't relax. She asked the butler which room Daisy was in. He gave her the number, and Jessica asked Vince to go with her.

As they reached the door, Jessica peeked through the small window. She saw Timothy carrying a basin of water out of the room. He wrung out a towel, folded it neatly, gently lifted the one from Daisy's forehead, and replaced it with the fresh

one.

Jessica paused, transfixed.

So, he did know how to look after a sick child.

But in the past, he never bothered.

Maybe because she had always taken care of it all.

at Jessica, unsure what was running through her mind. He could never forgive Timothy for treating her

lips. "Daisy

raised his hand and knocked. Inside, Timothy was wringing out another towel. He looked up

at Vince's

the towel slipped into the basin, sending up

four days, but seeing her again made it painfully clear- he'd missed her with every

longing crashed through

pulled her into a fierce embrace, as

life without her

often didn't see her for days. But knowing she was at home made it bearable-he never had to worry about

her in it

that was left was

it never felt like a real

"Jessy..."

said her name hoarsely,

away, but he only held her

off her. "What

her movements

words stick in