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

her head, her

I

memory flashed across Timothy's mind-a fire, seven

Sheila had been terrified of

not your fault. You shouldn't come

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

it's not Henry's fault.

looked up at Sheila, his heart aching. "Miss Sheila, you're so afraid of

didn't want you eating

tightly, his voice trembling. "Miss Sheila,

legs buckled. Without hesitation,

We're

yard, Mabel was sweeping up leaves. When she

Timothy's sister-in-law.

What would people think?

out, it would break

come open the

opening the

her coolly. "Mrs. Carter isn't home. Why didn't you make breakfast this

Sheila spoke up first. "Timothy, you don't like leaves scattered

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