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.

car pull in, stepped outside just in time to see Jessica climbing out with Daisy in her

want to go home.

“Vince, why don't you let

any

pajamas will fit her well enough for one

hesitated, then

eye level. "You be good for

Daisy nodded vigorously.

of them turned and saw Timothy standing in

a cool glance, then got back

Daisy inside. Daisy recognized Timothy at once and

"Daisy, your godmother is my wife.

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

exasperation. "Do you really need to say that in

the child? She doesn't even

up,

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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 and he's

Zimmermans. Each one more outrageous than

kiddo. Such a grown-up. Now,

open the master bedroom door, a wave of sweet apple fragrance

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

all these apples. If we eat

Christmas spirit filled the room, and Jessica's lashes

had happened a year ago, maybe things would have been different. But now, she no longer

glanced over at Timothy. He said nothing, simply turned and

she'd tell him to