Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Allen, are you seriously trying to rub salt in my wounds?"

Jessica hung up furiously.

She'd been on the fence about deleting Allen's number, mostly because he hadn't been too harsh with her. But now? No more hesitation. She blocked his number without a second thought.

Allen, realizing Jessica wouldn't pick up, switched to texting. He hurriedly typed out everything he wanted to explain.

[Ma'am, the night of the thunderstorm, President Lawson had already booked a flight to come see you, but the storm canceled all flights. He had to turn back. As soon as you called, he personally piloted the helicopter to the capital. The brooch it was a gift President Lawson bought for you at the airport. When I handed it to Miss Howard, she saw it and assumed it was for her. She called President Lawson and said she wanted it. Since she's his aunt, he probably felt awkward saying no, so he let her keep it...]

Allen thought for a moment, then quickly added another line: And before the holidays, President Lawson asked me to book three tickets-he wanted to take you and your son to Oakwood for a trip. When he couldn't reach you, he ended up only booking two.

Satisfied, Allen hit send.

But the message came back with a glaring exclamation mark.

She'd blocked him.

calling Jessica again, but the call

Why did she get so angry the moment he

Allen was baffled.

in the hospital, there was no one

to meet Jessica's primary doctor, introducing himself as her

was a candidate for a transplant, and if the tissue match was successful, surgery could

back clear, the doctor led him for the necessary compatibility

long it would take for results. The doctor

Vince thought, a

the hospital, his heart

diagnosed, the doctor had given her six months at best. Even now, no

there hadn't been a chance for a cure, she probably

been carrying all of this

been for her to

her side, yet he hadn't noticed a