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.

bother to greet me. I tried talking to her, but she ignored me. Henry's still in the hospital and instead

all her pent-up

an eye on her. Don't let her leave. I'll be

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

lowered her gaze, an ironic smile

were twins-fraternal, born of the same mother-and Sallie doted on her brother with almost blinding devotion. Timothy was her

given Jessica so much as a kind

had always treated her like family, loving her as she would an older sister, never once

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

how much she gave,

trying to win over people who would never warm

up beside Jessica, parking

Sallie hurried

You'd think I owed her millions,"

car door shut and strode toward Jessica, every bit as striking and dignified as the day he'd walked up to her and asked if she