Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Vince, I went to bed early, so I woke up early too. When I saw how beautiful the snow looked, I just had to come outside," Jessica said, her voice soft in the morning stillness.

A few snowflakes landed in her hair. Vince reached out and gently brushed them away, his eyes warm and full of affection as he gazed at his little sister. She was lovely-gentle, almost ethereal, her spirit as pure as the falling snow. He wanted nothing more than to gather her up, shield her from the world, and bring her every happiness she'd missed out on over the years.

"Jessy, let me build a snowman with you. When we're done, I'll head to the hospital. I promise I'll save you. I'll make sure you live," he whispered.

Jessica threw herself into his arms. The air was sharp and cold, turning her nose a rosy pink.

"Vince, I feel so happy right now. I never realized how many people truly love me," she murmured.

The truth was, Jessica had always longed for love.

Her adoptive mother died young, her father disappeared, and her grandmother's kindness faded when Jessica turned thirteen. The only person who'd quietly cared for her when she was young, Herbert, had moved abroad before her grandmother passed away.

Later, she met Ines, who gave her a warmth she'd never forgotten. Jessica was always grateful for that.

And then there was Timothy.

At her lowest point, he appeared out of nowhere-almost like a guardian angel. He draped his coat over her shoulders and pulled her into the car, holding her close as if she were something precious.

Scents linger in memory the longest. Even now, she could recall the cedar scent of his suit that day, the strength of his embrace. She'd never been held by a man before; only then did she realize how fiercely warm a man's arms could be.

She craved love. She wanted to give it and to receive it.

She poured so much of herself into Timothy, believing love would flow both ways.

But it hadn't.

Love, she realized, isn't always reciprocated just because you give it. The people who truly love you can't bear to see you give everything without return—they warm you with their own love, without conditions.

Her brother, her mother, her father, her grandfather-no matter how far she drifted, no matter if she failed to respond, their love for her never stopped. Now, the moment she stepped back into this house, their affection wrapped around her like a blanket.

Even on a day like this, with snow swirling and cold biting at her skin, Jessica didn't feel chilled at all. She was loved those feelings flickered inside her like little flames, chasing away the cold and filling her heart with gentle heat.

If your heart is warm, it can drive away even the sharpest cold. If it's frozen, even sitting by a fire won't help.

Vince let go of her shoulders and smiled, his gaze soft. "Because you deserve to be loved."

on, let's build a

returned with a pair of garden shovels, usually used for turning the flower

fingers, watching Vince and Jessica from above. Their laughter

found himself smiling

at the Red House. Why hadn't he stepped forward,

He regretted it now.

smiling at him the way she smiled

it, he'd rarely seen her smile

after all she'd been through-marriage, motherhood, twenty-six years of life-she still looked like a girl

planned to make just one snowman, but Jessica insisted on four. Two large,

Two men, two women.

the snowmen took shape, Vince suddenly

his eyes.

his sister, through

they were kids, every time they built snowmen,

No-five.

was always

asking her, "Why not make one for Yates? He'll be

"Yates

who love him. But Timothy doesn't

him part of our

our parents can

too."

but her childhood wish

become part of

But now...

was left

a thorn was

was, he

four noses,

can you take a picture

snowmen, her smile radiant and gentle. Vince captured the

for the hospital. Once in the car, he sent the photo to Jessica, then posted it to his