Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Timothy strode over and snatched the photo album out of Vince's hands. "Don't you have anything better to do?"

Vince shrugged, undeterred. "I was just showing Jessy some pictures. How is that boring? Give it back."

He reached for the album, but Timothy deftly dodged him. "Are there any photos of me in here?"

"Yeah, of course."

“I knew it. You always develop my most embarrassing shots. I don't approve of

this little viewing party-so I'm confiscating the album."

With that, Timothy turned on his heel, clutching the album protectively.

"Hey, you-" Vince started to protest.

Jessica gently tapped Vince's shoulder, then typed a message on her phone and held it up for him to read: "Let it go. There's no need to argue with him."

Vince had brought out the album because it was full of childhood memories-they all shared so many moments back then. He'd hoped to tug at Timothy's heartstrings, make him remember Salome, and maybe, just maybe, guilt him into being honest. But if Timothy wanted to take the album and reminisce on his own, so be it.

Feeling a dull ache of guilt, Vince took a seat beside Jessica. "Jessy, I'm really sorry you've been dragged into all this because of my sister. You shouldn't have to put up with it. I'll try to talk to him."

Jessica offered him a faint smile and began typing: "It's okay. Anyway, the cooling- off period is a month. Henry broke my heart, but in the end, he's still my own flesh and blood. I can't just stop caring about him entirely."

kind," Vince replied, visibly pained for her.

she typed back. "I've been through so much already, I don't really feel it anymore. Besides, in a month, I'll be out of this house for

my family's greatest wish. Thank you, truly. I can't

partly my fault. If it weren't for me,

small, rueful laugh. "You really do know how

so wide. If she'd married an ordinary man, getting a divorce might have been simple.

typed another line for Vince: "If I didn't keep telling myself that, I'd be the one

Vince's eyes were full of genuine concern as he looked at her. "Remember this: no matter where you are or what you're

smiled. “Actually, I do need your help

straightened, attentive. "What is

After her mother died, her father had

do you want to find a father like

wasn't that she wanted to, exactly. She hadn't tried to find him all these years. But now, she wanted to live-to

side. The liver could regenerate; unlike a kidney, she wouldn't need a whole organ, just a piece. She knew better than to hope for much.

try. Maybe, just maybe, he'd help her for the sake of their blood. It was

the waiting list,

worry them. So she simply messaged Vince: "I haven't seen him in years, but I want to ask him why

had

at least their mothers had loved them. She'd lost her mother, and her father had