Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Thank you, Doctor," Sallie said quietly.

She walked with Timothy back to his hospital room.

Timothy's back was covered in wounds, so many that the doctor insisted he leave his shirt off so his injuries could breathe. He was made to lie on his stomach, and Sallie sat at the head of the bed, her eyes brimming with tears at the sight.

The awkward position made it impossible for Timothy to get comfortable. Before long, he slowly opened his eyes and caught the glimmer of tears in Sallie's gaze.

He called out softly, "Sis."

That single word broke Sallie's composure. She burst into tears. "Timothy, how- how did it get this bad? What happened to you? Why didn't you tell me anything? If I hadn't gone looking for you tonight, you could've died at Moonstrand Villas and no one would've even known."

Her heart ached for him.

Things had been so much better when Jessica was around. She'd always kept her focus on Timothy and Henry-she'd never have let anything like this happen to Timothy. Even if something had gone wrong, Jessica would have been at his side, quietly caring for him, never leaving him alone.

It was only in this moment that Sallie realized how well-suited Jessica had been for Timothy: gentle, thoughtful, the kind of woman who let Timothy focus on his work and his ambitions, never having to worry about home.

She really had been the perfect wife for him.

"You're almost thirty, and you're still bawling like a kid. Aren't you embarrassed?" Timothy's voice was hoarse from exhaustion and pain, but still somehow deep and soothing.

That only made Sallie's tears flow harder.

many times—not to call Jessica names, not to treat her so harshly. He'd asked her to be

But she never listened.

treated her with patience and care, even though Sallie constantly picked on her, thinking her brother deserved more than a wife who couldn't speak. She'd always

have treated Salome that way. It's

know she's Salome?" Timothy's

talk about your marriage. He doesn't want you two to get divorced either. I'll go

daughter of the Lawsons, used to getting her way. She'd never had

been Sallie's beloved little sister. How had things come

his voice tight. "Tell Grandpa it's over. There's no

her? Are you really

"That's not it."

Jessica had said: I'm giving you seven years of my

And then-the accident.

"forever" had become real. She'd truly given up

let her leave him. But

liked you best, wanted to marry you. Don't you

with me. I'm tired, Sis. I need some rest. Go home and get

Qu

need to be said out loud-she already understood. He still loved Jessica. She'd always suspected as much,