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,

heart began to pound in his chest-just like it had the day Jessica agreed to

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

was already on her way to open

about this first meeting with Jessica. Together,

brings you

I came all this way to

alright, sweetheart. You're

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

"I'm here," Timothy answered.

away from Sandra and hurried over. Seeing him in a wheelchair, she hugged

me half to

as close as any

born at the same time, Sallie had come out first. She took her role as

you," Timothy