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.

on earth had

was biting. "Aren't you supposed to be resourceful? What's the matter-can't find

Zimmerman Group, but left no record

intervene, "Vince, let's not make this any

him off. "It's all right. I was the one who made the

Vince hiding Timothy's wife, yet Timothy wasn't

"If I don't find her and explain things, this will

him in the back, Timothy

he genuinely believed he was

Timothy wouldn't be angry. Because Vince

wasn't what Timothy

gone to make peace with her-how had things spiraled so far out of control? Maybe it had

her too much...

you honestly think she'll ever forgive

My advice? Get a

you just

hand, signaling

locked on Vince. "I'm

up to