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.

Sandra instantly perked up,

pound in his chest-just like it

with anticipation. "They're here! Come on, let's greet them

her way to open the

and Abell both cared deeply about this first meeting with Jessica. Together, they hurried outside-only to find Sallie walking up the

you

I've had the worst luck! Timothy left the country injured, and I came all this way to find him. But on the way, my flight hit terrible weather-we had to

"It's alright, sweetheart. You're

honestly thought I'd never make it back. Where's Timothy? Is

"I'm here," Timothy answered.

the sound of his voice, Sallie broke away from Sandra and hurried over. Seeing him in a

like that? You scared me half to death! I was terrified I'd never see

all—siblings as close as any two people

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

worried you,"