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

could, a familiar

Timothy's eye.

then did he realize just how

"Jessy!"

in that familiar yet foreign

She turned toward the

outside the

as if it had turned

eyes froze for a moment, her heart pausing before

steady beat.

out to Vince and

to come

an arm protectively around Jessica's

two siblings turned

gripping the wrought-iron gate with both

need

Jessica stopped, turning back.

go, quickly shrugging off his

might

have something to say, say it. Everyone's waiting for us to eat,"

and as cold-as

was gentle, almost melodic, but every word landed on Timothy's

like a stone.

waited for

nights and days they could have spent together.

face felt like an impossible

"I'm sorry."

received. Anything else?

as if she were speaking to

day at

me you'd