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.

a 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

out all her pent-up

his tone cool, "Keep an eye on her. Don't

tossed her hair, her crimson lips curling into a mocking smirk. "I've

an ironic smile tugging at her

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

given Jessica so much as

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

accident and fractured her leg. Henry was just a few months old, and Timothy was out of town. Jessica moved into Sallie's loft with the baby, cooking and cleaning, taking

matter how much she gave, it never

to win over people who would never

car pulled up beside Jessica, parking neatly at the

stepped out, and Sallie hurried

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

dignified as the day he'd walked up to her and asked if she would marry