Goodbye, Mr. Regret

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.

she found it, the call had

missed calls

Mabel earlier in

But none from Henry.

little boy-wasn't he the one who always

slipped the phone into her bag and

get home for

Sheila was waiting in the living room, rising to meet him the moment

He looked grim.

word from Jessica?" Sheila asked, brows

into a hard

we should call the

was the last thing he

find out, not yet. Besides, he'd promised Sheila that if he ever married, he wouldn't make it

worry about her. You should

She hesitated. "But-"

a child. Her

nodded and retreated to

did Timothy head

gaze fell, almost unconsciously, on the oversized wedding

to call her always

could

the wedding, but she'd found her way into his bed and, before he knew it, they had

nothing but patient-never