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.

hospital bed, and just lay there, staring at

urge struck-he wanted to find more photos 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

faint smile vanished from Timothy's

their marriage license, she'd said

his chest tightened

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

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

talked about moving out,

it started

wanted out for a long

certain their marriage was solid. He didn't bother apologizing properly, lost his temper, and dismissed her feelings as nothing more than e unreasonable complaints, thinking she just

Now, looking back, he

supposedly unbreakable

power drill were boring straight through his

pictures

back, he found a photo of Jessica

with him, her smile was

the nine-photo grid, and

group shot-one of the faces

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

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

his name. And

bolt

had only taken that group