Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Herbert, my parents wanted me to thank you for helping me recover my speech. They'd love to have you over for dinner. Do you have any free time coming up?”

Today was the premiere of Jessica's film, and with how well it was bound to do, she and her creative team would probably be busy with events for the next day or two.

Not wanting to interfere with her schedule, Herbert replied, "I'm actually on a break right now-completely free. Just let me know whenever your family's available, and I'll be there."

"Okay. My grandpa's in the hospital right now, so things are a bit hectic at home. Once he's discharged, I'll reach out."

"Oh, by the way-—are you going to the premiere today? I saw on the news that it's at three this afternoon, at the outdoor plaza near the amusement park."

Jessica's eyes sparkled with warmth as she smiled. "Would you like to come? If you want, I'll ask Carlisle to save us a couple of seats up front."

"Absolutely!"

If she said "a couple of seats," that meant she'd be there too. No way he'd miss it.

to reserve two seats

they arrived at the Zimmerman Mansion Memorial Hall, Jessica asked Herbert to

got out and walked in

with visitors. Tour guides led groups from one exhibit

everyone marveled at the intricate design, struggling to believe it was made by

few people recognized

Jessica, the screenwriter from

movie's scenes have a

person be so talented

that piece was Jessica's, leaned in and whispered, "You're quite

back in the crowd, didn't dare get too

years, and somehow, he'd been the last to realize just how remarkable she was. He'd missed out on

approach her. Watching Herbert lean in to speak to her, Timothy's hands curled into tight fists, his knuckles turning white as his

hopped back on their bikes

into a newly opened area of the park.