Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica had grown up and changed so much that Hollis didn't recognize her at first-but she knew him right away.

When her mother jumped to her death, he abandoned her without a second thought.

Now, even after all these years, Jessica still couldn't quite bring herself to call him "Dad." She'd hated him, blamed him, wondered a thousand times why he didn't want her. Her grandmother had worked herself to the bone raising her, and when she passed away, Jessica spent more than three years utterly alone.

Hollis never came back.

But he was still her father. She couldn't just call him by his name. In the end, she managed a quiet, "Dad."

Only then did Hollis snap out of his confusion. "Jessy? Is that really you?"

"You can talk now?" he asked, as if seeing a ghost.

“Yeah, I'm finally better,” she replied softly.

Jessica had something she wanted to say to Hollis alone, so she turned to Vince. "Vince, would you mind waiting for me outside?"

Hollis took a good look at Vince-well-dressed, obviously well-off. His estranged daughter was turning into a beautiful woman, and judging by the parade of men coming to see her, she didn't lack for admirers.

The last man who had come by claimed to be her husband. So who was this one?

Thinking of the previous visitor, Hollis felt a chill down his spine. He turned back to Jessica, lowering his voice. "Are you married?"

divorced now just waiting out the

was just here-who

a friend," Jessica

But as she got older, she gave up hope, learned to live

seeing him now, she felt so

too young to understand why her mother died, or why her father left. But since she was here today, she wanted to ask. "Dad, why did Mom jump?" Hollis's face twisted

with

Jessica. She remembered times, waking in the middle of the night to find herself cradled in her mother's arms-even though she

why did you leave

after I sold the house, it wasn't enough. I had to disappear. If I'd gone to see you, I'd have dragged you and your

excuses made Jessica's

years before that? You just disappeared to dodge your debts? You couldn't have sent a single letter? Snuck back to see me, just once? Do you

she was little, she had missed her dad so much. She'd always hoped that one day,

had already promised him: as long as he kept quiet, he'd be released early and sent abroad, with a

just... I met someone else, you know? Got busy with my own

shamelessly

bother asking about the past anymore. But I do need

her cancer diagnosis or the liver transplant she