Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica's eyes flashed with defiance as she jabbed her finger in the air, her voice firm and angry. "If you won't help me, then I'll fight her for every role she auditions for. Whatever character she wants, I'll go after the same one. Timothy, let me tell you, I've seen Sheila's work. The only reason I haven't been acting these past years is because I chose not to. If I step back into the game, ten Sheilas couldn't outshine me."

Timothy scoffed, shaking his head. "That's some ego you've got. I don't like women who talk big, so don't let me hear that kind of nonsense again. Stop this tantrum-go take a shower."

Just then, Timothy's phone started ringing.

He reached for it and saw Sheila's name on the screen. He answered.

"Timothy, my ankle's swollen pretty badly. I don't know if it's more than just a twist, and I can't walk at all. It hurts so much. Can you come take me to the hospital?”

The night was quiet, and Sheila's voice carried clearly through the phone.

Jessica heard every word.

Timothy lifted his gaze, lips pressed tight, and glanced at Jessica. Then, lowering his voice, he said, "If I come over, it might take a while. Do you think you can hold out?"

"Are you busy? If you are, I'll call Kane."

just in Jessica's hometown picking her up. You know you can't count on Kane.

moment Sheila realized Timothy was with Jessica in her hometown, her heart soured with jealousy. Still, she said, "It's fine. Jessica comes first. I'll call for

dial tone hummed through the

Sheila had said she'd call for help herself, Timothy couldn't shake the worry. She lived alone in Moonstrand Villas; if anything happened, he'd never

the pajamas she had draped over her arm and tossing them onto the bed. Then, taking her hand,

her

how exhausted he was and that he wanted to stay, but now, at the first sign of trouble with Sheila's ankle, he

drop everything and rush off in the middle of

a clear gesture: "Tomorrow

was the only reason she'd come back. For seven years, every Thanksgiving Day, she'd missed the chance

matter what, she wasn't

moment. He remembered that for all those years, every Thanksgiving Day, Jessica had stayed at the Lawson estate and never once come home

push her

get up early and take care of it. I'll have Allen

Timothy turned and walked