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.

was going on

there, Timothy decided to use the opportunity to introduce

his grandfather met Jessica and saw how close and respectful their

Jessica and had even prepared a

Sheila called him.

did you find Jessica

"No."

you think she might have

fine." Timothy's voice was sharper than he meant, betraying his

caught off guard by

added, "Sorry, I just... I'm a bit worried about Jessica. I shouldn't have

Timothy realize he'd spoken too

you. She can't speak, but

went out, she always brought a notepad and pen. If she didn't feel

fine, but maybe check with Mabel

"Alright."

let you

with Sheila, Timothy immediately called his

if my wife booked

his pocket but kept his

hour later,

flights show no bookings for