Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 4

Before she left, Jessica still wanted to see Henry one last time.

After all, he was her own flesh and blood.-

He was only six-just a child, really. How could a mother possibly hold a grudge against her own son?

As she reached Henry's bedroom door, she heard his voice from inside.

"Miss Sheila, my mom is usually very polite. I don't know what happened today. I want to apologize for her. You're an adult, so please don't be mad at her, okay?"

He was too young to understand the tangled web of adult relationships. If Sheila really was Timothy's aunt, then by family standards, there was nothing wrong with what Henry said.

He was trying to defend her.

Jessica felt a bittersweet twinge of comfort.

She was about to push open the door when Henry continued, "Miss Sheila, thank you for being so understanding and not getting upset with my mom. I just wish my mom could talk as nicely as you do. Then I wouldn't have to worry about my classmates making fun of her for being mute."

...

"Yeah, there's a kid in my class whose mom limps, and everyone teases him all the time. I don't want to end up like that being laughed at, not able to hold my head up."

Jessica let go of the doorknob, her breath catching painfully in her chest.

The older Henry got, the less he could accept her shortcomings.

She had barely six months left to live...

When she was gone, Timothy would be Henry's only guardian.

some perfectly healthy woman to be Henry's

the first things she worried about-afraid that a

of her world. From the day he was born, she had carried a thousand worries

now, maybe none of that mattered

nothing but a

better not to see

arrived, pale light creeping into

his exhausted body

knew he'd been in the wrong

the hotel bedding could have been

air

Jessica always kept the house spotless. It was strange to find a

chill. Normally, as soon

the door behind him, strode to the living room, and

"Yes, sir. You're home."

"Where's Jessica?"

hesitated. "She's not

didn't know where

told her, "After breakfast, make sure to tidy up the

"Of course."

his phone and called

you have dialed is

twisted her ankle just after leaving the house. He'd taken her to the hospital-she'd been in pain

hadn't been back for days—and his attitude last night hadn't helped. He'd even asked his assistant to wait in line for more than half an hour at Velvet Fork to buy Jessica her favorite pastries. Afraid they'd be cold by the time he got home, he'd kept them warm against his

understand―Jessica wasn't taking care of the house, her phone was off, and now she was nowhere

he yanked off

went shopping when