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

out all her pent-up

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

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

her gaze, an ironic

mother-and Sallie doted on her brother with almost blinding devotion. Timothy was

given Jessica so much

her as she would an older sister, never once losing

when Sallie was in a minor car accident and fractured her leg. Henry was just a few months old, and Timothy was out

gave,

trying to win over people who would

beside Jessica, parking neatly

Sallie hurried to

face. You'd

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