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.

out with Daisy in her arms. Vince got out as well, reaching to take Daisy

arms around Jessica's neck. "Uncle, I don't want to go home.

“Vince, why don't you let

have any

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

hesitated, then nodded.

knelt to Daisy's eye level. "You be good for your

Daisy nodded vigorously.

them turned and saw

Timothy a cool glance,

recognized Timothy at once and greeted him sweetly,

godmother is my wife.

your godmother is getting

exasperation. "Do you really need to

doesn't even know what divorce

piped up, matter-of-fact,

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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.

Each one more outrageous than the

point, kiddo. Such a grown-up.

Jessica pushed open the master bedroom door, a wave of sweet

apples, their glossy skins shining in the atmospheric glow

If we eat one

filled the room, and Jessica's

maybe things would have been different. But now, she no

over at Timothy. He said nothing, simply

to stop,