Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 85

Timothy strode toward her, his steps steady, his dark eyes aglow with a gentle, mysterious light.

He leaned down, lifted the blanket, and without a word, scooped her up from the bed into his arms.

His arms were strong, holding her with effortless strength.

Cradled against his broad chest, Jessica felt safe, cocooned in his warmth.

He carried her over to the table where the cake sat, then settled into the chair without letting her go, so she ended up in his lap.

Jessica found herself nestled in his embrace, perched on his thigh-intimate, their bodies close.

With his right arm wrapped around her, Timothy reached under her arm and picked up a box of birthday sparklers from the table.

His other hand fished out a lighter. He lit a sparkler, placed it in her hand, his palm covering hers, and together they touched the flame to the tiny candles on the cake.

As soon as the "2" candle caught, it burst into a spray of tiny sparks, like a miniature firework.

So they were sparkling candles-three of them, all at once, showering the room in soft bursts of light. Timothy drew her closer, his chin resting in the curve of her neck, his voice low and gentle.

"Don't just stare-make a wish."

His sudden tenderness left her mind blank, caught somewhere between disbelief and longing.

For several seconds she couldn't even remember what she wanted to wish for.

sparklers were burning down, Timothy

wish. Quick, before

Jessica silently make her

showed her tonight

but hope—just

wrong, just as tonight

about the cancer, she'd thought: if, in the time she had left,

Timothy took her

room was still bathed in soft, golden light, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken

the plastic knife meet some

her hand to pull

go of her, leveled the knife, and scooped out a small piece

eat anything

was

She shook her head.

have some cake." He handed her

not taking

want

hers, the look in them

pressed her lips

Timothy picked up a fork, speared a small piece of

aroma filled

in the bath,