Timothy's gaze was sharp, almost piercing, as he looked deeply into Jessica's eyes. "It's because I'm afraid of losing her," he admitted, voice low.

He had made too many mistakes.

Now, he was at a loss.

All he could do was fight desperately, even if it meant hurting himself in the process.

In the end, everyone lost.

Timothy looked away, then bowed solemnly to Zachary and Mrs. Zimmerman.

"I never meant to keep this from you forever. I just hoped that by taking a roundabout approach, I could find a way to make things right with her again, bring her home myself, and deliver her safely back to you. But I've made a mess of everything. I'm sorry..."

Everything about Timothy-his posture, his words-radiated sincerity.

He was trying to change, to let go of his stubborn control.

He hoped, just once, to be forgiven.

But Jessica was unmoved.

Her face remained calm, expressionless, unreadable.

Zachary and Mrs. Zimmerman looked at their daughter, searching her face, but said nothing to Timothy.

Mrs. Zimmerman stepped up beside Jessica. "We're on the fourth floor. It won't take long to walk down. Let's take the stairs."

three of them turned and headed for the

where he

ache pressed against his

her behind without a

pain for yourself, it's hard to truly understand what

was so determined to

had been

between them, but it had forced Jessica to see just how selfish he

had been right

their son had needed her, she treated them like treasures,

when they didn't need her, they were

The knowledge stung.

she would yell at him, curse him,

But she didn't.

words, and

she wouldn't even mention

bore it

stepped back

"Mom, Dad, I want to visit a friend who helped me

Mrs. Zimmerman nodded. “Your

told us about him-he

you invite him over

out of

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