Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 10

"Sir, I've tried messaging Mrs. Lawson but she hasn't replied. I called her phone- she's getting the calls, but no one's picking up. She's been missing for 24 hours now. Should I call the police?"

Mabel's voice trembled with concern.

She still hadn't come home...

"Mr. Lawson, the meeting's about to start," Secretary Allen reminded him quietly from the side.

Timothy barely looked up as he replied into the phone, "She's only been gone a day. No need to make a fuss."

"Sir, I'm not overreacting. It's just that Mrs. Lawson has never been away from home for this long before."

Standing, Timothy gathered his meeting files with one hand, his tone casual. "Henry is home. Where else could she possibly go? She'll be back soon enough."

With that, Timothy hung up the phone.

"Sir-"

The call ended abruptly, leaving Mabel staring helplessly at her phone, the dial tone echoing her worry.

At noon, Sheila had lunch delivered from The Silverthread Eatery, making a special trip to drop it off at Henry's school.

security guard informed Henry's teacher, saying his mother was

his mom had come,

out of the

as he neared the school gates, a thought struck him if the guard saw his mother and realized she couldn't speak, word would spread, and he'd be the target

like that, his excitement for his mom's homemade

a voice as gentle as Miss

ready to head back

then, the guard spotted him

Mrs. Lawson; the staff wouldn't

gates and spotted Henry

with a bright, warm smile, approaching

voice, Henry looked up. He was about to call out "Miss Sheila," but hesitated he didn't

to her side, whispering, "Miss

cook this morning. I felt bad,

his hair

lunchbox, Henry asked tentatively, "Miss Sheila,

tomorrow and the day after," she replied with a

"Why not?"

a comic convention there, and after that, I'll be heading back home.