Goodbye, Mr. Regret

The only reason Timothy knew anything about seal script was because of his grandfather, Abell. Abell was famous for his elegant handwriting, and his favorite style was always the ancient, flowing seal script.

As a boy, Timothy had spent many years living with the Howard family. During that time, he'd often practiced calligraphy with Abell, learning to master the

brushstrokes of those intricate characters.

Once, Timothy had even won first prize in a youth calligraphy competition.

Maybe some things are just destined.

Meanwhile, Vince was taking Jessica to a framing shop. On the way, his mind kept circling back to his feelings for her. Was it really love?

If it was, why didn't he feel jealous of Herbert's pursuit of Jessica? Why didn't it hurt that Timothy was her husband? None of it fit the usual script, and yet, his feelings for her were undeniably different-special, even.

Was his love just that accepting? Or maybe it wasn't love at all.

They soon arrived at the shop, picked out the materials, and quickly settled into the framing process.

Back at Howard Mansion, the sound of the doorbell rang out.

instantly perked up, excitement written

pound in his chest-just like it had the day Jessica

Come on, let's greet

already on her way to

deeply about this first meeting with Jessica. Together, they hurried outside-only to find

What brings you here?" Sandra

came all this way to find him. But on the way,

"It's alright, sweetheart. You're safe now, that's all

so scary. I honestly thought I'd never make

"I'm here," Timothy answered.

broke away from Sandra and hurried over.

just run off like that? You scared me half to death! I was terrified I'd

twins, after all—siblings as close as

other constantly, but even though they'd been born at the same time, Sallie had come out first.

worried you," Timothy