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.

looked toward the front gate

could, a familiar figure unexpected

Timothy's eye.

realize just how much

"Jessy!"

yet foreign

ears. She

the iron fence, his dark hair

if it had

froze for a moment, her heart

steady beat.

doorway, calling out to Vince and

to

an arm protectively around

turned to head

feet, gripping

I need

Jessica stopped, turning back.

let go, quickly shrugging off his coat and draping it

worried she might get

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

as soft and as cold-as the

voice was gentle, almost melodic, but

like a stone.

a time, she had waited for

wasted so many nights and days they

her face felt like

"I'm sorry."

else? Dinner's getting cold," Jessica

as if she were speaking to a

day at

you'd stay home