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."

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

Jessica in her hometown, her heart soured with jealousy. Still, she said, "It's fine. Jessica comes first. I'll call for an ambulance. I'll hang up

hummed

said she'd call for help herself, Timothy couldn't shake the worry. She lived alone in Moonstrand

grabbing the pajamas she had draped over her arm and tossing

yanked her hand

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

be the one to drop everything and rush off in the middle of the night just to help

clear gesture: "Tomorrow I'm visiting the cemetery

Thanksgiving Day, she'd missed the chance

she wasn't

a long moment. He remembered that for all those years, every Thanksgiving Day, Jessica had stayed at the Lawson estate and

didn't push

take care of it. I'll have Allen pick you

turned