Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Where's Henry?"

"He's in his room. I've called him down a few times, but he won't come. Says he doesn't want to eat."

Timothy pressed his lips together and headed for Henry's room.

Henry was still lying in bed.

As Timothy came closer, he saw his son's eyes were swollen from crying.

"Henry, come on. Dad's taking you to the movies."

"I don't want to go."

"Not even if it's your mom's movie?"

Henry sat up, staring at him in disbelief. "Mom made a movie? She can do that?"

Timothy nodded. "You'll see when we get there.”

He firmly believed Henry needed to see this film. He deserved to know everything

his mother had done for him—all the love she'd poured into him.

Father and son came downstairs together. Naylor stopped them, offering breakfast.

Timothy shook his head. "No thanks, you all eat. I'll take him out."

nodded and let

and reliable, and both sides of the family-the Howard side and their

around as a mother, he barely had

recently, with Jessica pulling back, that Henry ended up at the old house

after a kid was overwhelming. He was out of practice, didn't know what he was doing, and frankly, didn't want

house, she'd be there in a heartbeat. With her handling

though? It

Headache after headache.

had to admit, a caring daughter-in-law made all the difference

worried his dad would bring up what happened before. He still remembered how

through breakfast, Timothy didn't

Timothy even bought him popcorn and a Coke- treats

was still in limited release, so not every theater

waited outside with Henry,

was finally time, he took

hit him just as hard as the first. As for Henry, like

the credits rolled did Henry finally understand why his father had insisted he

the

familiar

him. The theater was

to Timothy.

so he

out into the

to Timothy. "Dad, can I use your phone for a

do you