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?"

us, we're completely-" Timothy stopped mid-sentence, memories from that night suddenly flickering through his mind. He still hadn't explained to Sheila what had happened. After a pause, he continued quietly, "About that night...

he trusted her. He'd never once suspected he'd been drugged; he just assumed he'd gotten

Jessica had ultimately gotten what she wanted—and to top it off, she'd

ruined Jessica's plans, things might have

care Timothy always showed her, Sheila was sure he would

blame you for that..." Sheila pressed her lips together. Now didn't seem like the time to bring up their feelings. She changed the subject. “I'm planning to

that night. He'd asked Yates for help with his film project, but Yates hadn't gotten back to

be put off forever. Mr. Smith had already chosen Jessica for the role, so

in the next day

"Alright."

day or so, waiting for

as he got them, he'd head straight

the Zimmerman house, they went to see Mrs. Zimmerman

can't just worry about your kids all the

just what mothers do. We can never truly let go