Goodbye, Mr. Regret

It was exactly her style.

Her mother must have decorated the bedroom based on what she remembered Jessica loving as a child, assuming her tastes hadn't changed with time.

"Salome, I'll go run you a hot bath. You'll feel so much better after soaking for a while," Mrs. Zimmerman said.

Jessica quickly caught her mother's hand. "Mom, you're not in the best health. I can take care of these little things myself—I'm all grown up now, not a little girl anymore."

Mrs. Zimmerman smiled gently. "But you were only six when you went missing. I missed out on taking care of you all these years. Let me make up for lost time, just for today-let me look after you."

This wasn't just about looking after her. This was a mother's fierce, overwhelming love for her child.

"Mom, you're so good to me," Jessica choked out, her voice trembling.

Mrs. Zimmerman's smile deepened as she walked into the bathroom. She turned

on the faucet, adjusted the temperature, and started filling the tub.

Jessica grabbed some clothes from her suitcase and stepped inside. Mrs. Zimmerman sat on the edge of the tub, turned to her, and said, "Salome, you've always loved the scent of gardenias. I bought a special gardenia bubble bath just

for you."

She squeezed some of the fragrant liquid into the water and swirled it with her hand, filling the tub with delicate bubbles.

Jessica's eyes stung with tears.

Some things about a person never change.

She'd loved gardenias since she was little-her grandmother had planted two bushes by the front door and another in the backyard. When they bloomed, the whole house would be filled with their sweet scent.

After marrying Timothy, she found out he preferred the smell of orchids. Out of habit, she'd swapped out all her scented products for orchid-scented ones.

The bath was ready.

wanted me to do that for you when you were little. And at

Zimmerman's smile grew even softer

her, her voice rough with emotion. "All these years... is it these memories that kept

she spoke, tears spilled silently down her

Lawson was her whole world-every frown of his

when her own life was slipping away, she

Henry hadn't broken her heart, she probably would never have stopped

"Oh, sweetheart, why are you crying again? Of course I missed you. Isn't that what mothers do when

lived with the

still relied on her, cared for her. That was enough to help her forget all the ways

ago, even her son's love slipped

blessing it was

years apart,

into the bath, letting the

she finished and came out, Mrs. Zimmerman had already drawn the

lay down, and Mrs. Zimmerman sat at the bedside, gently stroking her hair. "Close your eyes, Salome. I'll

stop herself, Jessica whispered, "Salome

trembling as she fought back tears. She answered in the same way she always had: "Mommy loves Salome, too. Now go to sleep

Jessica closed her eyes.

Riverside City.

lunch to the hospital

room was

on being discharged early

calling Timothy, but his

his secretary

has Timothy

"No, he hasn't."

called you? Told you where he