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.

flopped onto the hospital bed, and

he scrolled through his phone, it hit him: in seven years of marriage, they'd never taken a single picture

smile vanished from

they got their marriage license, she'd said she wanted to take wedding

that now, his chest tightened

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

finally ready to take those wedding photos, she ignored him— wouldn't answer his

hadn't been long since she'd first talked about moving out, but even then, he hadn't realized: she wanted to leave

started even

out

his temper, and dismissed her feelings as nothing

Now, looking back, he

of stability, that supposedly unbreakable marriage, had been held together by

power drill were

pictures from Vince's

found a

Jessica wasn't with him, her smile was so

through the nine-photo grid, and

of the faces looked

Yates had mentioned, the

news about him on his phone-the director was currently

was his name. And he was

bolt

only taken