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 hospital bed,

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

smile vanished from

marriage license, she'd said she wanted to

that now, his chest

enlarged license photo hanging

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

moving out,

started

wanted out for a long

so 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 nothing more than e unreasonable complaints, thinking she just

Now, looking back, he

of stability, that supposedly unbreakable

drill were boring straight through

some pictures from Vince's social

he found a photo

with him, her smile was so radiant,

nine-photo grid, and his gaze

of the faces looked oddly

the director Yates had mentioned, the one behind

on his phone-the director was currently doing a press tour

name. And he was

bolt upright

Jessica had only taken