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."

found Jessica hunched over

an animation. There was no sign she intended to leave for dinner-besides, she'd already

you. He even called

let go of the mouse and glanced at Vince.

said you agreed to

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

"Alright. Got it."

room. Jessica

She glanced at them,

Vince called Timothy back.

coming. She said she's afraid if she goes, she won't be

won't get stuck. She can

strange she doesn't trust you anymore? Are

took a shaky breath. "That's not it. I told her-it's just a farewell dinner, Henry's here too. We

minute ticked by, anxiety clawed

talk to you anymore. You're