Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 577

Chapter 577

Did she really have to show up every time they needed her, just because they needed her?

"Fine. Suit yourself. I'm hanging up now."

Vince stepped out of the bedroom, water glass in hand, intent on refilling it. He paused when he saw the kitchen light was still on.

The air was thick with the warm, buttery aroma of something baking—a blend of milk and eggs.

He walked quietly to the kitchen doorway and found Jessica standing at the counter, deftly spreading frosting over a cake.

She was making a cake?

Today was Henry's birthday.

She remembered.

Vince lingered in the shadows, keeping his distance.

About half an hour later, Jessica emerged from the kitchen, carrying the cake.

It was small-maybe six inches across-but carefully decorated, the creamy swirls on top forming a delicate pattern.

her from behind

to box up the cake and take it to the hospital. Instead, she carried it straight back to her

Vince trailed her upstairs.

closed

Jessica's bedroom. From the far corner, separated by the glass, he watched as she set the cake on the coffee table in front of the sofa, then lit a candle shaped like the

Henry would

filled with paper-cut illustrations,

flipped open

long, Vince saw her dabbing at

Jessica read through every

her and Henry together

her keeping vigil at his bedside when he was sick, never leaving

napping together in the

TV, Henry planting a kiss

So many memories.

her back to when

enough to remember, he'd

picture of the two of them working on

to that visit to Oakwood, when she overheard Henry telling Sheila he wanted to give her

book all by himself, he'd

He remembered.

in the end, he gave his first completed book to

tear fell onto the open

paper-cut of himself handing the book to Sheila.