Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Yates spoke with an easy, indifferent air. "Figure out who you're looking for before

you accuse me of stealing your woman."

Vince couldn't help but silently give Yates a nod of approval.

It was the kind of question Timothy simply couldn't answer.

He could only try to find his wife, Jessica.

But when he arrived at the Zimmerman house, there was no one named Jessica.

He asked for Salome, but Salome had nothing to do with him.

Timothy's expression darkened. "So you're against me too?"

"No," Yates replied calmly, "I'm just trying to protect my fiancée. Timothy, if you

can't answer that question, you should go. Your wife isn't here. The only people in

this house are Vince's sister, Mrs. Zimmerman's daughter, and my fiancée."

Inside the house, Jessica and Mrs. Zimmerman emerged from the study. Zachary

set a steaming dish on the dining table and called out, "Salome, your brother and

Yates are outside. Go call them in for dinner."

"Okay."

Jessica opened the front door, surprised to see snow quietly falling outside.

Wonder lit up her delicate features.

She tilted her head back, gazing up at the sky.

hadn't even looked toward the front gate

a familiar figure unexpected and

Timothy's eye.

realize just how

"Jessy!"

yet foreign voice,

ears. She turned toward

the iron fence,

it had turned

eyes froze for a moment, her heart pausing before settling back to

steady beat.

the doorway, calling out to Vince

me to

Vince said, wrapping an arm protectively

siblings turned to

his feet, gripping the wrought-iron gate with both

I need to

Jessica stopped, turning back.

go, quickly shrugging off his coat and draping it over

she might

say it. Everyone's waiting

as soft and as cold-as the

was gentle, almost melodic, but every word

like a stone.

she had waited for him at

many nights and

her face

"I'm sorry."

Anything else? Dinner's

detached as if she were

at the

me you'd