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."

of them turned and headed for the

he was,

dull ache pressed against

wondered if, every time he left her behind without a word-just walked away- she had

for

Jessica was so determined to

arrival had been the

it had forced Jessica to see just how

had been right

had needed her, she treated them

didn't need her, they were little more

The knowledge stung.

curse him, hit him-anything.

But she didn't.

ever spoke a few words, and

wouldn't even mention it at

it all on her

stepped back into

car. Jessica said, "Mom, Dad, I want to visit

Mrs. Zimmerman nodded. “Your

us about

Why don't you invite him over

grandfather's out

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