Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica exited the page without reading a single word of the message.

Still, the image of Sheila's long, straight black hair lingered stubbornly in her mind.

She had the same kind of hair-glossy, dark, and perfectly straight.

Back when things were good, Timothy used to love playing with her hair, always saying how beautiful it was, how much he liked it...

But some things just can't bear close scrutiny.

Seven years-seven whole years. If she'd only paid a little more attention, maybe she would have seen everything sooner.

Her throat tightened, a choking sensation making it hard to breathe.

Love really does blind you, makes you rush headlong into disaster.

Timothy couldn't get in touch with Jessica.

Instead, he asked Mabel when Jessica had left and checked which flights she might have taken, then headed to the airport ahead of time.

There were only two possible flights she could be on.

He waited until the second flight landed, but Jessica never appeared.

Standing by the arrivals gate, Timothy's brow was drawn tight with worry.

He and Sheila had rushed home after hearing his grandfather was unwell, only to find it was nothing serious.

what was going on and didn't

Timothy decided to

respectful their marriage was, he'd have

looking forward to meeting Jessica and

Sheila called him.

did you find

"No."

speak-do you think she might have run into

than he meant, betraying his frustration. This was the last thing he

paused, caught off guard by

bit worried

then did Timothy realize he'd

not blaming you. She can't speak, but she

brought a notepad and pen.

check with Mabel again, or have

"Alright."

let you go—you're

Sheila, Timothy immediately called

check if my wife

slipped his phone back into his pocket but kept his eyes

an hour later,

no bookings for Mrs. Lawson."