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.

toward the

she could, a familiar

Timothy's eye.

just how much

"Jessy!"

yet foreign voice, cut through

ears. She turned toward

was Timothy, kneeling just outside the iron fence, his

it had

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

steady beat.

stepped to the doorway, calling out to Vince and Yates,

to come get

said, wrapping an arm protectively

two siblings turned to head

gripping the wrought-iron gate

I need

Jessica stopped, turning back.

let go, quickly shrugging off his coat and draping it over

might get

it. Everyone's waiting for

and

was gentle, almost melodic, but every word

like a stone.

waited for him at home

many nights and days they

her face felt

"I'm sorry."

message received. Anything else?

as detached as if

at the

you'd stay