Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica braced herself against the wall, the bowl of water she'd been carrying slipping from her grasp and crashing to the floor, sending water splashing

everywhere.

She looked pale and unsteady.

Timothy hurried over and caught her before she could fall. "Jessy, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick? Let me take you to the hospital."

She tried to shrug him off, but a sharp pain twisted through her abdomen, leaving her too weak to resist.

Vince rushed over, gently prying Timothy's arm away and wrapping his own around Jessica's shoulders.

In a faint voice, Jessica muttered, "Vince, make him leave. I don't want to see him."

Timothy's heart pounded in his chest. "I'm not going anywhere! You're sick, Jessy. Let me take you to see a doctor."

Jessica shot him a cold look. "I don't need your help. Just go."

barely holding herself together, her

you say you were going to change? She doesn't want to see you, and she's obviously feeling worse because you're

moment he finally turned and left the room, his

as he was gone, Vince helped Jessica over to the bed next to

my medication. I'll be fine once I take it. I just left my bag in Grandpa's room-could

him, he said, "Vince, why don't you take your mother and Jessy home to rest for a while? Your mother's not

go get

Jessica's bag and returned to the room. He poured her

swallowing them with a sip of

to get you and Mom home. Are you up for

home first. If she sees me like this, she'll

for you. Jessy, don't be scared. The test results will come quickly, and once they're in,

to lose her now. No one in the family

told Mrs. Zimmerman that Jessy had already met Daisy and had even taken her as her goddaughter. With Daisy running a fever, Jessy was worried and wanted

protested, so Vince took Mrs. Zimmerman

led Mrs. Zimmerman out to the car. Once they'd driven off, Timothy stubbed out his cigarette and went back