Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"What's that supposed to mean, Jessica?"

Sallie could hardly ignore how strange Jessica was acting today.

Jessica didn't speak-she never did and she clearly had no intention of pulling out her phone to type a reply for Sallie to read.

She'd already made up her mind: she didn't want her husband or her son

anymore. Why would she care what Sallie thought of her?

When Jessica remained silent, Sallie's irritation only deepened. Huffing, she snapped, "I'm calling Timothy right now. I'll tell him to dump you!"

With that, Sallie whipped out her phone.

Jessica didn't move. If Sallie really could convince Timothy to leave her, so much the better. She wanted the divorce anyway.

The call connected quickly.

Timothy, having failed to find Jessica at the hospital, was already heading to the hotel.

she's planning to go. Didn't even bother to greet me. I tried talking to her, but she ignored me. Henry's still in the hospital and instead of taking care

her pent-up anger in

was calm and even, his tone cool, "Keep an eye on

lips curling into a mocking smirk. "I've called Timothy. He'll be here

her gaze, an ironic

the same mother-and Sallie doted on her brother with almost blinding

so much as a

family, loving her as she would an older sister, never once losing her

Henry was just a few months old, and Timothy was out of town. Jessica moved into Sallie's loft with

gave, it never

was done trying to win over people who would never warm

up beside Jessica,

and Sallie hurried

face. You'd think I owed her millions,"

Jessica, every bit as striking and dignified as the day he'd walked up to her and asked if she would