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.

onto the hospital bed,

of her. But 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

vanished from

their marriage license, she'd said she wanted to

his

at their enlarged license photo hanging on the wall and, feeling irritated, took

ready to take those wedding photos, she ignored him—

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

started even

she'd wanted out for a

so certain their marriage was solid. He didn't bother apologizing properly, lost his temper, and dismissed her feelings as nothing more

Now, looking back, he

years of stability, that supposedly unbreakable marriage,

drill were boring straight

saved some pictures

back, he found a photo of

him, her smile was so radiant,

flipped through the nine-photo grid, and his

of the

director Yates had mentioned, the one

director was currently doing

his name. And

bolt upright in

only taken that group