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.

only found out today that you invested in the film. I tweeted

our marriage certificate? Didn't you use to blame me for making our

someone had switched off the lights.

line stretched out; he could almost hear

back to the old house, I found out from Grandpa that he was the one who made

apologize, but she wouldn't

this time, now you remember you misjudged me? Now you want to apologize? Your apologies are worthless, Mr.

this?" His heart could hardly

can you delete

No way.

He couldn't do it.

wanted the world to know

turned mocking. "See? You're always the one making

of

are they?"

allowed to ask

him he was selfish, that he and Jessica saw the

that was why she

He needed to change.

delete it" His

but softened immediately.

go a little easier

I do?"

the old her