Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Being the "brother-in-law" was never an easy road.

Forget it. He'd just have to rely on himself.

By the time they reached the hospital, Yates went to collect all sorts of samples. The process dragged on, and it was already late when they finished.

"Vince, let's take Jessy out for dinner tonight-and maybe a walk. She's been cooped up at home for days; it's getting stifling."

"Sure," Vince agreed, thinking it was about time Jessica got some fresh air too. Night fell.

Dawn was breaking in Riverside City.

Timothy opened his eyes and realized he was in a hospital room.

Suddenly, he remembered his phone.

His blood had gotten on Jessy's face he needed to clean it up.

He reached for his phone and only then noticed his upper body was bare-his shirt must've been taken off. Sitting up, he spotted the phone on the bedside table. He grabbed it and lit up the screen.

There, on the screen, was a photo of Jessica. The dried blood had turned black, staining her face in the picture.

He pulled a few tissues from the box, went into the bathroom, and dampened them under the tap. Carefully, he wiped the caked blood from the phone's screen.

Jessica's smiling face emerged again, bright and clear. Timothy's lips curved unconsciously into a faint, wistful smile.

left the bathroom, flopped onto the hospital bed, and

as he scrolled through his phone, it hit him: in seven years of marriage, they'd never taken a single picture together. He'd never taken any candid shots of her. Not even after their son was

smile vanished from Timothy's

marriage license, she'd said she wanted to take wedding photos. He

that now, his chest

her up, he'd looked at their enlarged license photo hanging on

wedding photos, she ignored him—

first talked about moving out, but even then, he hadn't realized:

started even

wanted out for a

sure she'd never go, so certain their marriage was solid. He didn't bother apologizing properly, lost his temper, and dismissed her feelings as

Now, looking back, he

seven years of stability, that supposedly unbreakable marriage,

power drill were boring straight through his

pictures from

he found a

her smile was

the nine-photo grid, and his gaze stopped on

shot-one of the faces looked

the director Yates had mentioned,

about him on his phone-the director was currently doing a press

his name. And

sat bolt upright

had only