Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Timothy let out a cold laugh. "How do you even have the nerve to keep asking me for favors?"

It was as if he'd completely forgotten stabbing Timothy in the back-or shipping his wife off overseas-forcing him, injured, to come crawling for help.

Vince arched a brow. "Isn't it because you're the only one who can actually get things done? Nobody else can handle this."

Timothy shot back, "You really have no shame, do you?"

"If I did, how would I survive in business with a genius like you around? Come on, drop the attitude. I lost my temper, all right? Besides, tell me honestly, wasn't some of this your fault too?"

Timothy's lips twitched.

"Nice. You really know how to guilt-trip people."

"Okay, I'm not here to argue. Let's get to the point-can you speed things up?"

Vince was desperate to find his little sister. It wasn't just his mother or his father and grandfather who missed her; he missed her too. Every night, when he lay awake, he'd picture his baby sister-sweet, gentle, impossibly cute—and his heart would ache, wondering if she was suffering somewhere out there.

"I'll be blunt-you're not going to like this-but it's been years, Vince. The

Zimmermans have searched so long. The odds aren't good."

"Even so, I have to try. Whether she's alive or not, I need answers before this life is over."

A shadow flickered across Vince's face.

for the worst.

you handle it. It's

to sugarcoat

You're willing

"That won't happen. I've talked to Jessica. If it really comes to it, and we still can't find my sister, when my mom's at the end, I'll have Jessica pretend for

snapped. "A mother knows her own child! You really

like my sister, and honestly, she does. She's gentle, soft-spoken,

darkness clouded Timothy's

stopped

a grin every time

couldn't speak,

to get her

remained optimistic-nothing bet

really did have a lot in

couldn't help but remember the birthmark

His fingers curled unconsciously.

really just be a

He refused to believe

had a family-a

older than