Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Timothy, if she won't answer your call, it won't make a difference if you ring me instead. Even if I hand her the phone, she still won't pick up."

"She might not have heard it. We agreed-tonight, six o'clock, dinner at The Silverthread Eatery."

Vince checked his watch-it was already eight.

If Jessica had actually promised Timothy, she would have shown up. Or maybe

she had said yes just to avoid a confrontation, never intending to go.

"Stop waiting for her."

They were both sharp; Timothy wasn't that naïve.

"She promised me. She's never lied to me before. She'll come, I know she will- just tell her for me."

Vince frowned. Had that recent surgery dulled Timothy's senses? This was so obvious-how could he not see it?

"I'll go check. Gotta go."

Vince headed upstairs and knocked on Jessica's door.

"Come in."

door and found Jessica

was working on an animation. There was no

for you.

go of the mouse and glanced at

you agreed

me so many things and never followed through, every single time. Why should I go? I'm afraid if I

"Alright. Got it."

the room. Jessica picked up

from Timothy. She

Vince called Timothy back.

afraid if she goes, she

won't get stuck. She can leave

and not kept them? Is it really so strange she doesn't trust you anymore? Are

just a farewell dinner, Henry's here too. We even got her a gift. Tomorrow we finalize

as each minute ticked by, anxiety clawed at him. He tried to

you anymore. You're just trying to make me feel