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.

the 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

neck. "Uncle, I don't want to go home. I want to

you let her sleep over at

any

her well enough for one

hesitated, then

level. "You be good

Daisy nodded vigorously.

and saw Timothy standing in the

shot Timothy a cool glance, then

inside. Daisy recognized Timothy at once and greeted

is my wife. You should call

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

brow furrowed in exasperation. "Do you really need

child? She doesn't even

up, matter-of-fact,

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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

Each one more

nose. "You have a point, kiddo. Such a grown-up. Now,

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

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

apples. If we

spirit filled the

maybe things would

at Timothy. He said

afraid she'd tell him to stop,