Jessica returned to the hotel earlier than planned.
She'd thought about switching to a different hotel, but realized it didn't matter—if Timothy could track her down here, he'd find her anywhere.
So, she decided not to bother.
Maybe it was the weight of her emotions, but as soon as she got back, a dull ache started in her abdomen and wouldn't let up.
She took her medication, but it didn't help much.
Now, she lay on the bed, unable to sleep—pain gnawing at her, keeping her wide awake.
Meanwhile, Timothy's call was cut off the moment he dialed.
That's when it struck him: Jessica had blocked his number.
A strange, hollow ache settled in his chest.
He turned back to the hospital room, checked Henry's forehead with a hand towel—only to find it was already warm.
He quickly wrung out a fresh towel, folded it, and placed it gently on Henry's brow.
Then, slipping Henry's smartwatch from his wrist, Timothy stepped into the hallway and tried Jessica's number once more.
Jessica's phone buzzed.
The caller ID said Henry.
She froze, gripping the phone tightly.
She hesitated, torn, but in the end, she let the call ring out.
Her son was already looking to someone else to fill the role of ‘Mom.' What was the point in answering? It hardly mattered anymore.
Besides, she was dying anyway.
Better to use this time to let him slowly get used to life without his mother.
Timothy listened to the endless ringing on the speakerphone, until the call dropped by itself.
Jessica must have lost her mind.
She wouldn't even answer her own child's call!
His dark eyes were as deep and cold as midnight.
He'd gone out of his way to buy her that voice-activated ring, even brought it over in person—a small gesture of apology for how distant he'd been.
But instead of accepting the olive branch, she just kept pushing him away, higher and higher up her own ladder of stubbornness.
Unbelievable.
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