Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Vince replied to Marquis's message.

"I'm out having dinner-let's talk when I'm done."

They were sharing a meal, a few glasses of wine between them.

Yates, not quite ready to call it a night, nudged Timothy. "Last time we finally got together for drinks, but you smashed your glass and didn't get to have any. Tonight you owe us-take us to Red House for a round."

Timothy stood, slipping his suit jacket off the back of his chair and folding it over his arm. His voice was calm and polite. "Not tonight. I've got something to take care of. Next time, drinks are on me. I'll see you guys."

"Timothy," Vince called after him, "you heading to see Jessy?"

Timothy's tone sharpened. "Do you call her Jessy?"

“Uh... right. You're going to see Jessica?"

He finally nodded. "Yeah."

Vince, emboldened, pressed further. "You're not really thinking about divorce, are you?"

"I never said I wanted a divorce."

With that, Timothy turned and walked out, leaving the words to hang in the air.

Now only Vince and Yates were left in the private dining room. Vince slung an arm around Yates's shoulders and leaned in conspiratorially. "I get the feeling Timothy really cares about Jessica, you know?"

Yates gave him a sidelong look, a little dazed from the wine. “Why are you so invested in their marriage, anyway?"

Vince hesitated, then shrugged. "I guess Jessica reminds me of my little sister- so sweet. I hate seeing her get hurt."

those feelings

"Have I? Don't talk

if you haven't, keep it that way. We've known each other too long to let things get ugly over this. Think about it. Even Kane's been taking Sheila's side lately. He must have noticed Timothy's changed with Jessica. In the past seven

feeling a headache coming

sighed. "But Jessica wants a

what she wants. Unless you get involved, no lawyer's going to take her

already given up

Come

Jessica's apartment, pressing

alert when it came to Timothy

knew

and Marquis had

Herbert dropped by and

answer

door, he'd definitely call.

Jessica waited in silence.

held the doorbell

Een there was no

he called

l.ne

phone.

sent a simple

"Open the door."

Of course-it was him.

she