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.

the bathroom, flopped onto the hospital bed, and just lay there, staring at Jessica's

of marriage, they'd never taken a single picture together. He'd never taken any

vanished

she'd said she wanted to take wedding photos. He

now, his chest

license photo hanging on the wall and, feeling irritated, took it down and put it

ready to take those wedding photos, she ignored him— wouldn't answer his calls, blocked his number, shut him

since she'd first talked about moving out, but

it started

wanted out

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

Now, looking back, he

supposedly unbreakable marriage, had

if a power drill

pictures

found a photo of

him, her smile was

grid, and his gaze stopped on

group shot-one of the faces looked

he remembered: that was the director Yates had mentioned, the one behind

seen news about him on his phone-the director was

that was his name. And

sat bolt upright

only taken that