Goodbye, Mr. Regret

After practicing for a while, she paused to sip some water, repeating the cycle for over half an hour.

When she saw the time, she gathered her things, ready to head to the hospital and meet Herbert to ask about the minimally invasive surgery. If it worked out, she could have the procedure done abroad.

Deep down, Jessica knew her condition was connected to her nervous system. If the damage couldn't be fully healed, it might be a long time before she could speak again.

She tidied up and stepped out the door-only to find someone standing there.

Her pupils narrowed in surprise.

Timothy was leaning against the wall, right by the elevator where the public trash bin stood, its cigarette stub tray overflowing with discarded butts. Even the air carried a faint, lingering scent of smoke.

Timothy, usually so put-together, had stubble shading his jaw.

He straightened, crossing the hallway with his long strides, his dark eyes gentle, his voice softer than she remembered. "Come home with me. I promise, what happened yesterday won't happen again."

Jessica turned away, refusing to meet his gaze-or listen to his words.

by waiting outside her door all night, she'd forgive him and

she would

But not anymore.

got it all planned

that she could make sounds again, she might've laughed

a secret marriage, so there was a secret marriage; now he wanted a wedding, so there'd be a

wanted was to control

a divorce. He knew all this, but agreed to

faced him, her expression cold and mocking, a sarcastic smile on her lips. "We're about to get divorced, and you think a wedding

didn't get angry. Instead, he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out

He took her hand.

his grip just slightly. That's when he noticed the faint bruises on

but he said nothing, simply slipping the ring onto her

moment later, he looked

by birth-why didn't you ever tell me? If you had, I'd have made sure you got treatment. Since Dr. Smith says there's a specialist