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

all her pent-up anger in one

"Keep an eye on her. Don't let her

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

an ironic smile tugging

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

Jessica so much

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

minor car accident and fractured her leg. Henry was just a few months old, and Timothy was out of town. Jessica moved

she gave, it never

win over people who would never

up beside Jessica, parking neatly at the

and Sallie hurried

her face. You'd think I owed her millions,"

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