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

an animation. There was no sign she intended to leave

looking for you. He even

of the mouse and glanced

you agreed to

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

"Alright. Got it."

the room. Jessica

were missed calls and messages from Timothy. She glanced at them, then

Vince called Timothy back.

not coming. She said she's afraid if

she won't get stuck. She can leave whenever

you anymore? Are you just going to sit there and guilt-trip her until she

too. We even got her a gift. Tomorrow we finalize the divorce. One last dinner together, as a

by, anxiety clawed at

want to talk to you anymore.