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.

found it, the

calls

more from Mabel earlier

But none from Henry.

one who

phone

home for

waiting in the living room, rising

He looked grim.

word from Jessica?" Sheila

pressed his lips into a hard line and nodded

think we should

last thing

no intention of letting anyone else find out, not yet.

worry about her. You should get

She hesitated. "But-"

not a child. Her phone rings—she's

lip, then nodded and retreated to her

did Timothy head to the

unconsciously, on the oversized wedding photo hanging on the

to call her always did

proper wedding photos and joked that she could just

after the wedding, but she'd found her way into

been nothing but patient-never causing trouble, never

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