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.

her and called, more gently this time,

her head, her

I really

Timothy's mind-a fire, seven years

since, Sheila had been

your fault. You shouldn't come

Henry. "Miss Sheila went through a fire once. She's

her head, her voice urgent. "Timothy, it's not Henry's fault.

at Sheila, his heart aching. "Miss Sheila, you're

want you

tears as he hugged her tightly, his voice trembling. "Miss Sheila, you're too good to me. Please

her legs buckled. Without hesitation, he scooped

backpack. We're eating out

When she

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

What would people think?

found out,

come open the car door," Timothy

shuffled over reluctantly, opening the door with

isn't

first. "Timothy, you

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