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

moved 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 home

you. He even called

go of the mouse and glanced

you agreed to

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

"Alright. Got it."

left the room. Jessica picked up

She glanced at them, then set

Vince called Timothy back.

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

won't get stuck. She can leave

really so strange she doesn't trust you anymore? Are you just going to sit there and guilt-trip her until she gives in? That old trick again-using

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

ticked by, anxiety clawed at him. He

anymore. You're just trying to make me feel