Goodbye, Mr. Regret

The whole thing left her more confused than ever.

There was no way she and Vince could be related by blood. That was just impossible.

Unless... was there something off on her father's side?

Her mother had jumped from a building all those years ago. But why? What would drive her to do that?

Did it have anything to do with her father?

But then again, Vince didn't seem like he could be her father's son either-they didn't look anything alike.

On the way home, Jessica sent Vince a message.

[Vince, are you really your parents' biological child?]

Her question came out of nowhere and left Vince completely baffled.

[I am, yeah. Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?]

So, he was really a Zimmerman by blood.

That meant there was absolutely no way they were related.

Could it be something to do with her grandmother's side?

Her grandmother had been Larkin's first love...

Larkin even said that once she was divorced, he wanted Vince to marry her.

That ruled out the possibility of her mother and Larkin being involved-Larkin would never have said something like that otherwise.

Jessica couldn't find any solid answers on her own. She decided she'd have to go see Sheila and get the truth straight from her.

she got home,

you staying here tonight?" he

signing with her hands, "No, I'll

do here, and she

"Let's go, then."

in the car with

a two-hour drive. Jessica dozed off on the way, but she was still wary of Timothy and kept her distance,

he scooted closer. When she slipped

slept more soundly and didn't move

familiar, comforting scent of her hair drifted to him. It had been so long since Timothy had breathed in anything that soothing. Without realizing, he

Estates,

up straight, almost bolting out of the car in

up earlier. Jessica, even in sleep, kept shifting away; it had taken him ages to finally coax her to rest

a jumbled mess. She pulled

ask me that out

up any answers, and if she tried to explain, it might sound like she was trying to cozy up to the Zimmerman family. The question was way too abrupt, and

while,

was just bored,

bored, I can come

wanting Vince to get suspicious, she told him that was

Timothy's relationship with Vince, it wouldn't be a big deal if Vince came

was nearly eight

drive back, Timothy had thought about waking

sleep. He'd messaged Mabel ahead, asking her

came to her door and knocked. "Jessy, dinner's

stepped out

waiting at the dining

but Timothy reached for the spoon first, filled a bowl, and set

gentle smile and quietly

obvious—the master of the house was