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 press for

Timothy decided to use the

and saw how close and respectful their marriage was, he'd have no reason to object in

to meeting Jessica and had even prepared a home-cooked

Sheila called him.

did you find

"No."

you think she might have

Timothy's voice was sharper than he meant, betraying his frustration. This

caught off guard by

she added, "Sorry, I just... I'm a bit worried about

did Timothy realize he'd spoken too

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

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

be fine, but maybe check with Mabel again, or have your assistant confirm her

"Alright."

let you

Timothy immediately called his

check if my wife booked

phone back into his pocket but kept his

half an hour later, Allen's message

recent flights show no