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.

I only found out today that you invested in the film. I tweeted about it after seeing the director's post this morning. I just wanted to

very self-serving of you. Don't you think your explanations sound a little fake? Mr. Lawson, we're 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 my photo without asking? Did you

mind blank, like someone had

out; he could

I called you back to the old house, I found out from Grandpa that he was the one who made it public. It had nothing to

chased after her to apologize, but she wouldn't forgive him, no matter

laugh drifted down the line. "After all this time, now you remember you misjudged

this?" His heart could hardly take

you

No way.

He couldn't do it.

to know she

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

of

are they?"

to ask

was selfish, that he and Jessica

that was why she was

He needed to change.

His words came

softened

you go a little

I do?"

missed the old