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."

the door and found Jessica hunched

closer, he saw she was working on an animation. There was no sign she intended to leave for dinner-besides, she'd already eaten at

you. He

let go of the mouse

said you

But I lied. He's promised me so many things and never followed through, every single time. Why should I

"Alright. Got it."

left the room. Jessica picked up her

from Timothy. She glanced at them, then set the phone

Vince called Timothy back.

she's afraid if she

get stuck.

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

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

clawed at him.

you anymore. You're just trying to make