Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Too bad-she only caught air.

The necklace box slipped from her grasp, tumbling to the ground and striking the edge of a stone trough nearby.

The necklace popped out of its case, bouncing once before landing inside the trough.

Her childhood home was a cozy little courtyard house. Right inside the front door, beneath the eaves, sat a long stone basin where her grandmother used to plant pennywort. Kept under the overhang, the trough would fill with rainwater on stormy days, and even though Jessica rarely visited over the years, the pennywort still thrived, lush and green.

Unfortunately, hidden behind the diamond pendant was a tiny speaker-an electronic device. Herbert had warned her: it mustn't get wet.

Now that it had fallen into water, it was sure to be ruined.

Tears stung at the corners of her eyes as she stared at Timothy in despair.

She only had six months left. There was no way she could travel to Zurich for treatment for her aphasia.

For someone trapped in a silent world, that necklace meant everything. At the very least, it helped her communicate with others.

Timothy must have noticed how much it mattered to her, because his hand shot out, gripping her chin.

"I'd remind you, you're still Mrs. Lawson. How could you so casually accept jewelry from another man?"

Jessica wanted to say she was done being Mrs. Lawson. But no sound came from her throat, not even a whisper.

Timothy seized her wrist and dragged her outside, shoving her into the car. He yanked the seatbelt across her and snapped it into place.

Finally, her hands were free. She signed frantically, "Timothy, what are you doing? You never cared about anything I did before."

know what you've

have seen Herbert give her the

Necklace just now.

it away right

meant he was

was

that she wanted to

slid into the driver's seat. His features

"Who was that man?"

squeezed tight. She was dying anyway-she didn't care what Timothy might do to

She didn't want to drag him into this. He'd given her the Voice Emitting Necklace out of pure

years. He

icy.

Jessica frowned, frustrated.

come home these past days. Were

quickly, "It has nothing to do with him. If you have a problem, take it out

then fell silent, turning his gaze

didn't want

planned to wait until he returned from Oakwood, then talk to

car ride was

long, exhaustion overtook her,