Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 13

"She's here for the comic convention. I actually made a whole book of paper-cut illustrations for her. I wonder if she'll like it?"

Jessica's throat tightened.

She watched as Timothy and Henry stepped into the elevator together.

She was the one who had taught Henry how to make those paper-cut illustrations.

Most kids loved cartoons, and since she couldn't speak, she'd worried Henry might get bored when she watched him. After each show, she'd sit with him and do crafts, cutting out his favorite cartoon characters, making up little stories, and pasting them into a scrapbook.

Henry used to praise her for how pretty her paper-cuts looked, and in time, he'd learned to do it alongside her.

They'd created so many of those illustrated scrapbooks together.

Henry once promised that when he could finish a whole book by himself, the very first one would be for his mom.

Jessica never expected that day would come so soon-that Henry could already make a whole scrapbook on his own.

Her face pale, Jessica stepped wordlessly into the elevator.

Back in her room, a dull ache burned in her stomach, and fatigue pressed down like a heavy blanket.

of water, took some medicine, and lay down to rest. Her sleep was restless, haunted by shadows.

of that fire from

phone. It was already seven thirty in the

old

beside a lake, each night at eight, crowds would gather along the shore for

burst over the water every evening. If you dined at The Silverthread Eatery, the view

was less than thirty minutes from The Gilded Whisper Estates, but in seven years, Timothy had never

those little moments with the man she loved. If Timothy wouldn't go, she felt there was no

wish was shelved and

now, with her days numbered, she owed herself

up, washed her face, threw on a coat, and headed

crowds

walked hand-in-hand, whispering, some

wove through the throng, offering roses to

the country came from here so many varieties, in colors brighter than a painter's

never involved roses. In truth,

her gaze away from the

was

sharp boom, the first firework soared

the dusk, scattering color across the rippling

lotus blossoms bloomed above the