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.

climbing out with Daisy

want to go home. I want to stay with my godmother

let her sleep over at

doesn't have any clothes with

will fit her well enough for one night. You

hesitated, then nodded.

to Daisy's eye level. "You be

Daisy nodded vigorously.

of them turned and saw Timothy standing in

Timothy a cool glance, then got back in

Daisy recognized Timothy at once

godmother is my wife. You should call me

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

exasperation. "Do you really need to say that

the child? She doesn't

piped up,

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she's divorcing you, I'll just keep calling you Mr. Lawson." Then she glanced up

more outrageous than

a point, kiddo.

open the master bedroom door, a wave

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

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

filled the room, and Jessica's

year ago, maybe things would have been different.

said nothing,

afraid she'd tell him to stop, or accuse him of