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.

suitcase around, who knows where 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 of her son, she's wandering

all her pent-up anger

tone cool, "Keep an eye on her. Don't let her leave. I'll

curling into a mocking smirk. "I've called Timothy. He'll be here any minute. You'd better

ironic smile tugging at her

on her brother with almost blinding devotion. Timothy was her pride

Jessica so much

she would an older sister, never once losing her temper or

old, and Timothy was out of town. Jessica moved

she gave, it

done trying to win over people who would never

car pulled up beside Jessica, parking neatly

Sallie

just look at her face. You'd think I owed her

the day he'd walked up to