Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Timothy scrolled through Twitter, reading the flood of comments people were posting.

This is completely off-base, he thought, frustration knotting in his chest.

If Jessica saw all this, she'd be furious.

He started typing up a tweet, preparing to set the record straight. He'd only gotten

a few words out when his phone buzzed in his hand.

Jessica was calling.

His heart thudded so hard it felt like it might leap right out of his chest.

He fumbled to answer.

"Mr. Lawson."

The formal edge in her voice caught him off-guard, lodging in his throat like a fishbone.

"I'm here," he replied, his voice tight.

Jessica sounded cold and annoyed. "Really working the publicity angle, aren't you? Don't you think it's pretty low, using even a disabled person to get attention?"

So she'd seen everything, just as he'd feared.

you invested in the film. I tweeted

to blame me for making our marriage public? You accused me of things I never did—and now you

left his mind blank, like someone had switched off the lights. Jessica waited for his

line stretched out; he could almost

before. That weekend, when I called you back to the old house, I found out from Grandpa that he was the one who made it

her to apologize, but

down the line. "After all this time, now you remember you misjudged me? Now you want to apologize? Your apologies are

not do this?" His heart

you delete

No way.

He couldn't do it.

world to know she

reply, Jessica's tone turned mocking. "See? You're always the one making

of

are they?"

to

selfish,

was why she was leaving

He needed to change.

His

softened

go a

I do?"

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