Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Timothy watched the car disappear down the drive until it was little more than a speck on the horizon. Only then did he wheel around, guide his wheelchair back into the house, retreat to his room, and quietly shut the door behind him.

Sandra let out a weary sigh. She knew there was no point in pressing Timothy for answers right now; he wouldn't tell her anything in his current state.

She turned to Sheila. “You spent some time in Riverside City, didn't you? Do you know anything about what's going on with them?"

Sheila shook her head. "I don't know the specifics. But I can tell Timothy cares a lot about her. I have no idea what happened to make her insist on a divorce."

"I thought as much," Sandra murmured.

She took Abell's arm, leading him out for a walk. Once they'd strolled a ways past the gates of Howard Mansion, Sandra spoke up. "Why don't you call Timothy's grandfather? Maybe he knows what's really going on."

"You're right. I'll ask Phelps about it."

Abell dialed Phelps's number.

picked up almost immediately. "Abell, is

met my granddaughter-in-law today," Abell said. "She seemed gentle and well- mannered. I was

a search for Jessica. Like Sallie, he'd assumed Timothy had gone to find

I'd appreciate it if you could try reaching out to her. Please, do whatever you can to keep this from going to court. Don't let her divorce

gotten himself hurt chasing after Sheila, Phelps was worried he'd just get tangled up with Sheila all over again if he divorced Jessica. For now, it was better that they stayed

by what he heard. He hadn't realized Timothy had

see

call, and Sandra immediately turned to him, anxious. "Well? What did he

was only then that she learned the full extent of

all that's happened, I don't see how we can possibly convince her

try, even if it seems impossible," Abell insisted. "If this ends up in

uneasy. "But what about Jessica? Doesn't that mean