Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 11

After ending the call, Timothy checked the time. The day before the national holiday was a weekend, so after school let out the day after tomorrow, Henry wouldn't need to go back until the break was over.

Timothy planned to book a flight for the morning two days from now. That way, they could still spend the afternoon out together.

He instructed his assistant to reserve two plane tickets. As he sent over their passport numbers, a thought struck him—Mabel had called earlier to say Jessica's phone was ringing, but she wouldn't answer.

Not picking up made sense. She couldn't speak anyway.

Was she staying out all day because he'd invited her to dinner-then canceled at the last minute?

He and Jessica had been married for seven years, and not once had the three of them gone on a trip as a family.

On impulse, he told his assistant to book three tickets instead.

But he didn't know Jessica's passport number, so he shot her a quick text:

[Oakwood's got a comic con over the holiday. Henry wants to go. Send me your passport number so I can book the tickets.]

His message might as well have been tossed into a black hole.

Timothy got home, but still hadn't received a reply from Jessica.

And she still hadn't come back.

check, but tonight, that calm was beginning to

reminding him

just sent over his and

and chatting with

Lawson still missing, it

Mrs. Lawson hasn't come home.

texts. Even when Timothy tried to include her in their holiday plans,

never caused him this kind of trouble

with a burning weight in his

voice was cold. "Stop making a fuss about someone going missing. Even

Mabel fell silent immediately.

touched his dinner. He set down his

Sheila's eyes darkened.

"Miss Sheila, is Dad

finish your dinner. I'll go check on

master bedroom

"Come in."

open

standing by the window, cigarette in hand,

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255