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

she could, a familiar figure

Timothy's eye.

did he realize just how much

"Jessy!"

spoken in that familiar yet foreign

found Jessica's ears. She turned

just outside the iron fence, his dark

as if it had turned white

moment, her heart pausing before

steady beat.

to the doorway, calling out to

to come get

Vince said, wrapping an arm protectively

turned to head

his feet, gripping the wrought-iron gate with

I need to talk to

Jessica stopped, turning back.

off his coat and draping it

worried she might get chilled

say it. Everyone's waiting for

and as cold-as

but

like a stone.

a time, she had waited for him at home

had wasted so many nights and days they could

her face felt like

"I'm sorry."

Anything else?

detached as if she were

day at

you'd