Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Sandra let out a long, weary sigh, her heart heavy with worry. In her mind, it all came back to Timothy.

If only Timothy had cared more about Jessica-she was such a gentle, well- mannered girl. Why else would she be so determined to file for divorce?

Women rarely make such choices in marriage as coldly as men do; most will try to stick it out as long as they can. For Jessica to reach this point, she must truly feel she can't go on.

She turned to her husband, her voice thick with concern. "Abell, ever since

Hannah passed, these two kids are all we have left. How could I just stand by and do nothing? We should visit the Zimmerman family later today, try to get a sense of what really happened."

Abell nodded, frowning in thought. "Speaking of the Zimmermans, it struck me— why does that young man from their family seem so close to Jessy lately?"

"How would I know?" Sandra replied, exasperated. "With Timothy being the way he is never saying more than he has to-maybe if we visit the Zimmermans, we'll get some answers. Go pick out some gifts to bring; it'll be a good excuse to check in on them."

Abell went off to prepare the gifts.

The living room was suddenly quiet-no sign of either Sallie or Timothy.

Upstairs, Sallie had wheeled Timothy back to his room and now sat across from him. "Timothy," she said seriously, "if you don't want to go through with this divorce, you need to do something. Try to win Jessy back. And... I'll find time today to apologize to her."

Sallie truly disliked Jessica. She just couldn't get over the fact that her little brother had married

Timothy remained silent.

sheepish. "Are you mad at me because I

up, his face unreadable. "What

is only a small part of the problem. The real issue is between you and Henry. If you're serious about wanting to stay together, you'll have to put in the effort. Anyway, I won't lecture you. Text me her address

slipped out of Timothy's room and found Sandra and Abell loading up their arms with wrapped packages, ready to

Grandpa, where

Sandra called back, and the two of them bustled

Sheila had been

the balcony. Once

sure

allowed herself

the house to

she'd kept to

the background. Staying wet