Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Zachary and Mrs. Zimmerman climbed into the car while Jessica stood on the curb, watching them drive away.

As soon as the door closed, Zachary turned to Mrs. Zimmerman. "I think we should get Jessica her own car-something comfortable, with a driver. She'll need

it to get around, especially with everything going on."

Mrs. Zimmerman nodded in agreement, and instructed their chauffeur to take them straight to the dealership.

Meanwhile, Timothy had just stepped outside. From a distance, he caught sight of the family together, but he didn't approach. He lingered on the sidewalk, letting them leave before heading toward his own car.

Jessica walked out through the hospital's front entrance, and only then did Timothy start his engine and follow her at a distance.

When Jessica hailed a cab, Timothy kept his car close behind, trailing her through the city streets.

Inside the taxi, Jessica pulled out her phone and dialed Herbert Wheeler.

Herbert answered almost immediately, his voice brightening the moment he heard

it was her. He was clearly thrilled that she was back and wanted to meet up.

out. What do you say we spend some time at the Zimmerman Estate? Maybe take a bike ride

The last time she'd thought about it was during a children's art contest, when

Where are you? I'll come pick you

to go out of your

later, Jessica's taxi pulled up outside the Zimmerman

little ways off and watched as Jessica stepped

him that he'd never brought her to this place-not once. Yet, this was her ancestral home. As kids, they'd both come here with the adults, laughing and playing in the gardens.

been the perfect wife dutiful, quiet, always putting his needs first. He'd completely overlooked the fact that she needed support, too; that she had feelings,

gate, scanning the area as

Herbert lived

he parked and climbed out, Jessica's face lit up-she wayed

radiant, dazzling beneath the golden

Timothy's chest tighten. He felt

smile like that, he thought. She just never smiles like that at

to