Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"No need."

He had no intention of seeing Jessica again, at least not for a while.

Dragging his battered body, he'd gone looking for her before.

He'd even asked Vince to mediate, hoping she'd come to the Howard family estate.

Just before leaving, he'd clung tightly to her hand, unwilling to let go.

But all his concessions hadn't earned him any understanding from her instead, she'd only grown more brazen, pushing him further and further.

"But the way she's acting... it's really worrying Mom and Dad."

"This is none of your concern. I'll handle it myself.”

Once the test results came in, he would head back home.

He'd already wasted enough time on Jessica; he couldn't afford to let it drag on. "Aren't you the least bit worried she'll get the wrong idea about us?"

suddenly flickering through his mind. He still hadn't explained to Sheila what had happened. After a pause, he continued quietly, "About that night... I'm sorry. I'd had too much to drink. Don't overthink it, it won't happen

once suspected he'd been drugged; he just assumed

what she wanted—and

plans, things might have turned out very

showed her, Sheila was sure he would have taken

that..." Sheila pressed her lips together. Now didn't seem like the time to bring up their feelings. She changed the subject.

Yates for help with his film project, but Yates hadn't

chosen Jessica for the role, so Timothy felt he

be in the next day or two.

"Alright."

another day or so, waiting for

them, he'd head straight

at the Zimmerman house, they went to see Mrs. Zimmerman

when she saw how frail and worn Mrs. Zimmerman looked You know, you can't just worry about your kids all the time. You have to take better care

mothers do. We can never