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 arms. Vince got out as well, reaching to take

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

let her sleep over

any clothes

pajamas will fit her well enough for one night. You can

hesitated, then nodded.

"You be good

Daisy nodded vigorously.

of them turned and saw Timothy standing in

a cool glance, then

Timothy at once and greeted him sweetly, "Good

wife. You should call me 'godfather' from now

"Daisy, your godmother

brow furrowed in exasperation. "Do you

child? She doesn't even know what

piped up,

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she glanced up at Jessica, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Godmother, after you get divorced, you should marry my uncle. He smiles way

Zimmermans. Each one more outrageous

have a point, kiddo. Such a grown-up. Now, time for a

door, a wave

arranged red apples, their glossy skins shining in the atmospheric glow of string lights.

Look at all these apples. If we eat one a

spirit filled the room, and Jessica's

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

over at Timothy. He said nothing, simply

him to stop, or accuse him of