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

Timothy and Sallie were both mature and reliable, and both sides

with Jessica around as a

was only recently, with Jessica pulling back, that Henry ended

what he was doing, and frankly, didn't want the job. He just hoped Jessica would come

little household ran smoothly. If anything important came up at the old house, she'd be there in a heartbeat. With her handling things, it wasn't just him—no one in

though? It was

Headache after headache.

to admit, a caring daughter-in-law made all the difference for a family. Timothy

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

breakfast, Timothy didn't

popcorn and

release, so not every theater

outside with Henry, just

took Henry's hand and led him

hard as

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

the movie even

familiar

him. The theater was

it to

he didn't

walked out into

Henry turned to Timothy. "Dad, can I

you