Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Vince answered the call.

Timothy Lawson's voice came through the line.

"You're helping Jessy look into Mayfield. Do you know why she's after him?"

Jessica Greene frowned; Timothy seemed awfully interested in this matter.

She couldn't let him find out the truth.

Vince's reply was curt. "Stop calling me about this. I'm not telling you anything."

He hung up.

Turning to Jessica, Vince reassured her, "Don't worry, Jessy. I won't let him in on any of this."

“But getting justice for my grandmother won't be easy,” he added. “Timothy showed me Mayfield's file today. Turns out Mayfield's been living in Cloverdale for who-knows-how-long, and he's made quite a name for himself. I'd bet all those shady things he did in the past are well covered up now."

Jessica shook her head slightly. "No secret stays buried forever. It's not up to him to decide what stays hidden."

Vince nodded. "Yeah."

Jessica agreed, but she knew it wouldn't be easy.

And with Mayfield being Sheila Howard's biological father, she had no doubt Timothy would do anything to protect Sheila if he ever learned the truth.

That's why Timothy could never find out.

Their car pulled into The Gilded Whisper Estates.

Daisy stirred and woke up.

just in time to see Jessica climbing out with Daisy in her arms. Vince got out as well, reaching to

don't want to go home. I

“Vince, why don't you let her

any

fine-Henry's pajamas will fit her well enough for one night. You can bring her some clothes

hesitated, then

level. "You

Daisy nodded vigorously.

both of them turned and saw Timothy

Timothy a cool glance, then got back in

Daisy recognized Timothy at once and greeted him sweetly, "Good evening,

godmother is my wife. You should call

but Jessica quickly interrupted, "Daisy, your godmother is getting a divorce. You don't need to call

furrowed in exasperation. "Do you really need to say that

child? She doesn't

piped up,

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Divorce means my godmother doesn't want you anymore, and you'll both live your own lives. If she's divorcing you, I'll just keep calling you Mr. Lawson." Then she glanced up at Jessica, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Godmother, after you get divorced, you should marry my uncle. He smiles way more than Mr. Lawson

more outrageous than

laughed, tapping Daisy's little nose. "You have a point, kiddo. Such a grown-up. Now, time for a bath

the master bedroom door, a wave of

was filled with beautifully arranged red apples, their glossy skins shining in the atmospheric glow of string lights. A Christmas tree stood proudly on

godmother! Your room is gorgeous! Look at all these apples. If we eat one a day, it'll take

filled the room, and

happened a year ago, maybe things would have been different. But

at Timothy. He said nothing, simply turned and walked

tell him to stop,