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 her

animation. There was

you. He

the mouse

said you

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

"Alright. Got it."

Jessica picked up her

calls and messages from Timothy. She glanced at them, then set the

Vince called Timothy back.

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

get stuck.

many times have you made promises and not kept them? Is it really so strange she doesn't trust you anymore? Are you just

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

by, anxiety clawed at him. He tried to keep himself

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