Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

"Miss Sheila? Is that really you?"

Sheila turned, catching Henry's gaze.

For a moment, Henry forgot all about looking for his mother. Beaming, he scurried over to Sheila's side.

Sheila's brows knit together, her voice soft and apologetic. "Henry, last night over dinner, you mentioned not liking the school lunches. I wanted to make you something myself to take today, but... I think I messed up."

No sooner had she finished speaking than the acrid smell of burning filled the air then flames leapt up from the pan on the stove.

With a frightened gasp, Sheila dropped to the floor, curling into a tight ball.

Henry, alarmed, wrapped his arms around her and shouted, "Dad! There's a fire in the kitchen! Dad!"

As he tried to soothe her, he gently patted Sheila's back. "Miss Sheila, it's okay. Don't be scared."

Timothy hurried in, drawn by the commotion. Without missing a beat, he turned off the gas and clamped the lid onto the flaming pan. The fire sputtered out almost immediately.

But Sheila was still trembling, unable to move.

Concern shadowed Timothy's usually composed features.

and called,

lifted her head, her eyes shimmering

am I really

flashed across Timothy's mind-a fire,

had

You shouldn't come

through a fire once. She's afraid

not Henry's fault. He never asked

aching. "Miss Sheila, you're so afraid of fire, but you still did this for

just didn't want you eating

voice trembling. "Miss Sheila, you're too good to me. Please don't ever go into the kitchen

her legs buckled. Without hesitation, he

We're eating out

sweeping up leaves. When she saw Timothy carrying Sheila outside, her expression

simply Timothy's sister-in-law. Now, she didn't seem the least

What would people think?

found out, it would break her

open the car

opening

at her coolly. "Mrs. Carter isn't home. Why didn't

first. "Timothy, you don't like

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