"Aunt Sallie, please come to The Gilded Whisper Estates-save me!"

He needed backup.

At that moment, his thoughts drifted to his mother.

Earlier today, Miss Sheila had helped clear things up for him, so he didn't have to worry about classmates pestering him about his mom anymore.

And now that his mother could speak again-she'd even become the chief judge for the paper-cutting contest. The paper art of the Zimmerman Mansion she made was on display, and loads of kids had gone to see it and were talking about her story.

Even if his mom stood in front of everyone right now, no one would ever look down on her for being mute.

He was her son. Of course his mom wouldn't really abandon him; she loved him so much. If he apologized to her-really apologized-she'd definitely forgive him.

After all, the last time he'd threatened to jump out the window, his mom had rushed back for him.

And whenever his father tried to discipline him, his mom had always stood between them.

So he sent a message to Jessica too.

"Mom, please come back-save me..."

But as soon as he hit send, his phone flashed up an exclamation mark.

Henry's mind went blank.

What he didn't know was that after the last time-when he'd tricked Jessica into coming back by threatening to jump-she'd blocked his number.

He hadn't tried to contact her since. He had no idea that he'd ended up on his mom's blocked list.

His emotions were a tangled mess.

really not want him

message and immediately

hung up. If his mom wasn't

quickly texted her

Sallie, I can't answer your call-Dad's going to hit me. Please come now, or it'll

car and sped

time, Jessica had just arrived at The Silverthread Eatery. She and Daisy were looking at the paper-cut illustrations,

to arrive.

in her arms. The two of them

mother, there

two get along so

yes! Uncle Vince, I'd love for Miss Jessy to be my godmother," Daisy chimed

and was endlessly patient. She

you think,

small hand to Jessica's cheek. "Miss Jessy, will you be my godmother? I really like

kid-an orphan, too. Jessica knew exactly how that kind of loneliness

to say

illness was still uncertain. Even though her chances were better now, there was no guarantee of a cure. If she let Daisy

badly, she'd only end up

eyes made it impossible

about her illness

when

years thinking she'd never recover, she'd started

doctor who'd spent sev

sooner than she'd expected,

advancing every day. The treatment she was on was

ought to have

was what made life

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