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.

The Obsidian Haven. She's dragging 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 of taking care of her son, she's wandering all over the place. Honestly, if you ask me, you'd be better off without

all her

even, his tone cool, "Keep an

hung up and tossed her hair, her crimson lips curling into a mocking smirk. "I've called Timothy. He'll be here any minute. You'd better stay right where

her gaze, an ironic smile tugging

on her brother with almost blinding devotion. Timothy was her pride and joy,

so much as a

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

old, and Timothy was out of town. Jessica moved into Sallie's loft with

gave, it never

to win over people who

Jessica, parking neatly

Sallie hurried to meet

face. You'd think I owed her

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