Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Sallie was about to mention that she'd seen Jessica at the fabric market with another man.

But after a moment's hesitation, she decided to let it go.

After all, she hadn't actually seen clearly.

Timothy might be distant with Jessica, but she was still the wife he'd chosen for himself.

They'd married not long ago, and a child had quickly followed.

There had to be at least some lingering affection between them.

If she'd gotten it wrong, it would only make things awkward.

"It's nothing. Granddad called and said he wants everyone back at the family house tonight. I was just checking what time you'd be heading over."

"Before dinner, I suppose."

No matter how busy he was, Timothy would never ignore his grandfather's birthday.

He hung up.

Just then, the doors to the emergency room swung open.

Timothy rushed forward.

"Doctor-how is she?"

awake now,"

her face was ashen, her lips drained of

brow furrowed with concern as he instinctively reached for her

of blood. The wounds have been treated and there's no serious danger. She'll need to stay a few days in the hospital. Once she's home, make sure she eats plenty

of relief and followed as the nurse wheeled Sheila to her

with Timothy

calls, trying to find more. He didn't want Henry stuck waiting around, so after much reassurance-promising over and over that Sheila would be alright-he finally convinced

chair and

you be so

stern words were

what are you talking about? I

lingered on the bandages around her

looked up at him. "You don't actually think I tried to kill myself, do

said when he

idea. I just slipped and fell-the glass I was holding shattered and it cut my wrist. I hit my head on the

already blossomed across

"So that's what happened..."

marriage? Did you think