Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Timothy, listen to me this is serious. If you don't get back soon, your wife is going to walk out on you!"

Timothy's long fingers curled slightly, dark eyes narrowing in the dim light. He was silent for a moment, then spoke in a slow, low voice. "She can't even speak. If she leaves me, where exactly is she going to go? Stop making a fuss about nothing."

"No, Timothy, you don't understand-she-"

"I'm busy. I don't have time for this. If you have something to say, save it until I get back."

He hung up without waiting for a response.

Sallie stared at the phone's dead screen, then threw it onto the couch in

frustration.

Useless-every last one of them.

Especially Jessica.

Timothy had already run off to see Sheila, and Jessica-what, she thought cozying up to some other man would make Timothy come crawling back? As if Timothy would care.

And Sheila... utterly shameless. Was she trying to ruin Timothy?

With a sigh, Sallie bent to pick up her phone and quickly booked a flight to Marisbright.

Their mother had died giving birth to her and Timothy, and their father, now remarried, had a new family-two kids with his new wife. He treated Sallie and Timothy decently enough, but it was obvious where his heart truly lay.

twins; nothing could be closer. When it came to Timothy, she couldn't just stand by and

Jessica checked into a hotel. She took a long, hot shower and was just drying her hair

give you too hard a time, did she?] Herbert's message

[I'm fine.]

was used to it. Sallie had always been

screen as he typed, deleted,

you're okay.

[Good night.]

her phone

door-and

shock. Wasn't he supposed to

no way he could have

the doorway. Timothy reached for her wrist, pulling her

shadows under his eyes-but his handsome features

the inside pocket of his suit jacket, he drew out the Voice Emitting Ring, holding

almost blank. She'd already returned

it?" His voice was hoarse,

away, refusing to meet his

tumbled into his arms.

broad and warm, once her safest harbor. Now? Who