Goodbye, Mr. Regret

He had never truly lost his temper with Vince.

But what if Vince's younger sister came back and told everyone that it was she who had tricked her into delivering that birthday cake for Timothy, causing her to go missing?

The Zimmerman family would never forgive her.

Sheila couldn't help but panic.

It was true-she had a classmate working in the hospital's medical administration office. That was the only reason she'd dared to approach Timothy in the first

place.

She never fought battles she couldn't win.

Sheila found her classmate after a quick call, and together they went up to the hospital rooftop.

From her purse, Sheila pulled out a pair of the latest luxury earrings from LA, handing them to her classmate.

She followed this up with a card. "There's a hundred thousand on this," she murmured. "I need a favor."

Sheila leaned in, whispering her plan.

Her classmate patted her chest in assurance. "Don't worry, it's nothing. I can get you what you want today."

Timothy left the hospital, and with his driver's help, got into the car.

He gripped the envelope containing the test results so tightly that the leather creased beneath his fingers. Should he tell Vince?

Vince, not knowing Jessica was his own little sister, had already stabbed him in the back over what happened that day.

Vince found

divorcing him. Out of old friendship, Vince had given

the truth got

would throw all their power behind forcing him to

grip tightened; the file folder was crumpled beyond

let

years ago, Salome Zimmerman had gotten lost because she was trying to deliver

been sick with longing for her daughter ever since; her health declined by the day, barely hanging

kept this from

the truth, he

was caught in a

we

"To Haven Crest Apartments."

to

car rolled on, memories from his childhood flooded

"Timothy, when we played

make-believe weddings with Yates,

you'd steal me

bride. But

eland

married

I like you better,

it's my birthday today. After school, ride

come

You never invite me. Is it