Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Ines looked at Timothy in surprise. "She came with you?"

Timothy's expression turned a little awkward. Jessica had come by herself. He'd never been much of a liar, so he simply said, "She arrived a day earlier."

"Alright, let me know when you have news." Ines glanced at her watch. "The presentation's about to start. I can't chat much longer—let's leave it here for today."

"Best of luck with the expo, Ines."

"You're too kind."

They left the lounge together. Ines followed an assistant into the exhibition hall, while Timothy stepped outside and lit a cigarette.

He couldn't help but notice how interested Ines seemed in Jessica. Was it because of that graphic novel version of *The Grand Canal, Venice*? The piece incorporated paper-cutting techniques, and Henry had learned those from Jessica. Did Ines want to know more about Jessica's skills?

Back when Henry was in kindergarten, there were always arts and crafts lessons. Jessica had only helped him with simple paper cutouts, just playing along with the child. Those basic shapes were nothing compared to the intricate paper-cutting featured in *The Grand Canal, Venice*. The three-dimensional embossing technique in that piece was a heritage craft-something an ordinary person couldn't master with a few afternoons of practice.

Timothy didn't believe Jessica's little crafts with Henry could compare to such refined artistry; it was just playing with a kid, nothing that belonged in an art gallery.

the piece had used digital techniques to try and replicate that embossed look. It was impressive, but it lacked the

art of three- dimensional paper-cutting. It was clever, really-blending an old-world technique with

out how this all

he introduced her to Ines,

not to go back into the expo. Instead, he texted

I have to step out for a bit. Listen closely to Ines's presentation, and when it's over,

see Jessica. She could stall him for a while, but not forever.

accepted her friend

Sheila replied:

when it's over.* Timothy drove back to the hotel and knocked on Jessica's room door. She still wasn't back. He took a seat in the lobby to

he knew it, it was almost

Jessica still hadn't returned.

was always the one people waited for-never the other way around. His patience was