Chapter 12

Memories from the past washed over Timothy, leaving him awash with guilt. He couldn't shake the feeling that he owed Sheila so much

repay.

more than he could ever

If anything happened to Jessica and word got back to the old man, Sheila would be the one to suffer for it.

Crushing out his cigarette in the ashtray, Timothy turned to the woman beside

him. "Stay with Henry for me. I'm going to look for her."

He grabbed his suit jacket and headed out the door.

But the truth was, he had no idea where Jessica might have gone.

Once in his car, he pulled over at the curb and dialed Jessica's number.

Three calls. No answer.

His handsome features darkened, eyes clouded with worry.

He started the car again and drove toward the nearest shopping center.

Earlier that afternoon, Jessica had gone to tidy her grandmother's grave, only to find it overgrown with saplings and weeds. She'd bought some tools, spent hours cleaning up the site, and finally made her way home, exhausted.

It wasn't until she heard her phone buzzing that she realized she'd left it behind when she went out.

the time she found it,

calls

from Mabel earlier in the

But none from Henry.

the one who always

the phone into her bag and forced

get home

living room, rising to meet him the moment he walked

He looked grim.

Jessica?"

a hard line and nodded

I think we should

the last thing

of letting anyone else find out, not yet. Besides, he'd promised Sheila that if

about her. You should get

She hesitated. "But-"

a child.

then nodded and retreated to

head to

gaze fell, almost unconsciously, on the

Little Mute, as he used to call her always did know how

joked that she could just blow up the marriage certificate photo instead. And she

the wedding, but she'd found

years, she'd been nothing but

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