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

her pent-up anger in

cool, "Keep an eye on her.

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

lowered her gaze, an ironic smile tugging at her

with almost blinding devotion. Timothy was her pride and joy, and in her eyes, Jessica was unworthy,

so

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

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 care of everything. She'd even prepare dinner with Henry strapped to her

she gave,

was done trying to win over people who

Jessica, parking

stepped out, and Sallie

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

as striking and dignified as the day he'd walked up