Goodbye, Mr. Regret

The atmosphere was tense, to say the least.

Yates, stuck between the two men, felt the awkwardness settle on his shoulders like a heavy coat.

Thankfully, the arrival of the waiter with their food offered a brief reprieve, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Let's eat," Yates suggested, trying to sound upbeat.

Neither of the other men moved even a muscle.

They hadn't come here for the meal, and it was obvious.

Yates glanced at Timothy, then at Vince. He had no idea what had transpired the night before, so he assumed Vince was at fault-coveting Timothy's wife,

perhaps. Hoping to smooth things over, Yates shot Vince a discreet look, urging him to say something, to take the first step.

They were friends, after all. In Yates's mind, no matter how big the problem, it could be talked down, brushed aside, and life would move on.

But Vince didn't even acknowledge him.

Instead, it was Timothy who spoke first. "Where is she?"

Yates stared at Timothy, startled.

earth had

to be resourceful? What's the matter-can't

Group, but left no record of

let's not make this

all right. I was the one who

Vince hiding Timothy's wife, yet Timothy wasn't even angry. He was actually

don't find her and explain things, this will only get messier. Please, just tell me where

Vince had stabbed him in the back, Timothy didn't seem

all, he genuinely believed he was

had taken Jessica away, Timothy wouldn't be angry.

last night wasn't

far out of control?

her too much...

Do you honestly think she'll ever forgive you?

My advice? Get a

"Would you

a hand, signaling Yates

gaze locked on Vince. "I'm

think it's up to you anymore? Stop