Goodbye, Mr. Regret

There wasn't a sound on the other end of the line.

"Jessica?"

Jessica hung up.

Timothy waited for her response, but all he got was the flat, repetitive beep of a disconnected call.

Jessica took the ice pack from Mabel and lay down on the bed, pressing it gently to her swollen eyes.

Mabel spoke in a low voice. "Ma'am, I'll go warm up the food. Once you're finished with the ice, don't forget to come have dinner."

She quietly left the bedroom.

A moment later, her phone rang-Timothy's number lit up the screen.

Mabel frowned.

The nerve of Mr. Lawson, flying overseas with their son to chase after another woman, leaving his wife all alone.

She really didn't want to answer, but after some thought, she picked up.

As soon as she answered, Timothy's voice came through.

"Has Jessica been crying?"

of conscience, Mabel thought. He still

for sure if she cried. She just woke up, but her eyes

tell her to book a flight and come see me. I've

Mabel's face lit up.

course, I'll tell

this time, I can't

instructions,

impose a sense

but seeing her lying down with

perfect chance for Jessica to mend things with Mr. Lawson and their son. Mabel hoped she'd

Jessica emerged from the

hurried over to pass

her reply on her phone and showed it to Mabel: she wasn't

pale, her refined features drained

go," Mabel urged gently. "Don't

Jessica shook her head.

son above all else.

this trip. If you don't go now, who knows when you'll get another chance? He

Retake the wedding photos?