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.

not what you think. I— I only found out today that you invested in

getting divorced. Why did you post our marriage certificate? Didn't you use to blame me for making our marriage public? You accused me of things I never did—and now you think it's fine to post

had switched off the lights. Jessica waited for

silence on the line stretched out; he could

blame you for posting the marriage certificate 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 public. It

apologize, but she wouldn't forgive him, no

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

this?" His heart

you

No way.

He couldn't do it.

wanted the world to

tone turned mocking. "See?

of

are they?"

allowed to ask

him he was selfish, that he and

was why

He needed to change.

delete it" His words

but softened

go a little easier

I do?"

old her so