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.

closer. When it came to Timothy,

Jessica checked into a hotel. She took a long, hot shower and

you too hard

[I'm fine.]

was used to it. Sallie had

flickered on the screen as he typed, deleted, then

okay. Try and

[Good night.]

phone

the door-and there

Wasn't he supposed to be overseas? Even

there was no way he could

for her wrist, pulling her inside before

were shadows under his eyes-but

elegance. From the inside pocket of his suit jacket,

was calm, almost blank. She'd

keep it?" His voice

head away, refusing to meet

her closer, and she tumbled into his arms. His familiar cologne surrounded

broad and warm, once her safest harbor.