After a long, heavy silence, Timothy finally made up his mind to leave.

The way things stood, Jessica simply had no intention of speaking to him.

He'd known it, really.

The real reason for coming today was to get a strand of Jessica's hair for a DNA test with Vince.

But once he saw her, he couldn't help but try to talk things through.

Now that he'd gotten what he came for, the divorce...

Well, that could wait.

He'd wait for her to be ready in ten days, just like she'd said.

After Timothy left, Vince messaged Jessica.

Come home. He's gone.

When Jessica got back, Vince was waiting in the living room.

"Sorry," he said, sounding a little sheepish. "He kept pressing me about where you were. I tried to throw him off, but I guess something got into him and he just

showed up anyway."

blame Vince at

were friends, and he'd been the one to help her leave in the first place. It was only

must have felt caught in the middle. There was nothing

her. "He promised me he won't bother

she might pack up

good. If Timothy wanted

for was that he'd eventually

what else to say to Vince

her these past weeks. Without him, she doubted she ever would have

grandmother-if it weren't for the connections her grandmother left behind, and the way she'd taught Jessica to make paper-cut art, she probably would never have met Vince. And Vince

a little

that had happened, Jessica

she was

as simple as a divorce had turned into

all these years pouring every ounce of herself into Timothy and their son, losing sight of her own

to

breaking point-thanks

knew how

well-known hospitals nearby that specialized in liver cancer, and booked an

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