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

before she could, a familiar figure unexpected and

Timothy's eye.

did he realize just

"Jessy!"

familiar yet foreign voice, cut through the

She

kneeling just outside the iron

it had turned

moment, her heart pausing

steady beat.

calling out to Vince and

me to come get

said, wrapping an arm protectively around Jessica's

turned to

feet, gripping the wrought-iron

need to

Jessica stopped, turning back.

shrugging off his coat and draping

worried she might get chilled

say it. Everyone's waiting for us to

as soft and as

almost melodic, but every word

like a stone.

had waited for

wasted so many nights and days they could have spent

her face felt

"I'm sorry."

message received. Anything else?

if she were speaking to

at

you'd stay home