Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Sallie walked over to Henry's side and saw he was on the verge of tears. Furious, she shouted, "Jessica!"

Jessica had turned away just as Henry called out for her. Now, hearing her name, she glanced back and looked up, her eyes meeting both Sallie's and Henry's.

The moment mother and son locked eyes, Henry called out again, "Mom!"

But the carousel kept spinning, and soon Jessica's seat was moving away from them.

Daisy tugged at Jessica's sleeve. "Auntie, I saw Henry calling you."

"He's with his aunt. She'll look after him." Jessica's reply was calm.

When it came to big decisions, Jessica could think about Henry's future, but when it came to the daily effort, she was done giving. If a child isn't even wanted by his own mother, what hope does he have?

Henry stared at Jessica, his gaze unwavering, but she only had eyes for Daisy. He could feel the anger boiling up inside him—this was his mother.

Seeing Jessica ignore them, Sallie turned to Herbert, who was busy filming with his phone, capturing videos with laser focus.

With a biting tone, Sallie remarked, "Jessica's got the Zimmerman family's child with her, and you're still following her around like a puppy. What's going on in that head of yours?"

Herbert barely glanced at her, his voice cold. "Mind your own business."

He turned his attention right back to Jessica and Daisy, not giving Sallie another thought.

whispers slipped

All her love, all her tenderness,

loving her. He just worried she'd embarrass herself in public, that people would laugh at her. He'd explained it, again and again: she would always be his mother. Outside, he only pretended Miss Sheila was his mom, that's all. Why couldn't his loving, gentle mother

into her arms, wiping away his tears. "Come on, you're a big boy now. No tears. Did you know your dad never cried when he

on?" Timothy approached, his voice gentle

still leaned on a cane, but he moved far quicker than

face Timothy, who immediately noticed the boy's tears. Pointing

saw Jessica and Daisy spinning past, Jessica doting on

pressed into a hard

She's fawning over someone else's child and has completely forgotten she has a son of her

back, annoyed, "What do you mean, someone else's

if Daisy's a

you

his voice heavy. "It's not all

the fault lay with him and Henry too;

back toward Herbert. You're still defending her? Look who she came with, Timothy! You might not

Timothy

a stop. Herbert began waving at

kids, keep your voice down," Timothy

out from