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."

Jessica's hometown picking her up. You know you can't count on Kane. After all these years, you still

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

hummed through

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

arm and tossing them onto the bed. Then, taking her

yanked her hand

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

should she be the one to drop everything and rush off in the middle of the night

her hands in a clear gesture: "Tomorrow I'm visiting the cemetery

only reason she'd come back. For seven years, every Thanksgiving Day, she'd missed the chance to be with her mom and

she wasn't

years, every Thanksgiving Day, Jessica had stayed at the

didn't push her

early and take care of it. I'll have

Timothy turned and