Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 52

"What's that supposed to mean, Jessica?"

Sallie could hardly ignore how strange Jessica was acting today.

Jessica didn't speak-she never did and she clearly had no intention of pulling out her phone to type a reply for Sallie to read.

She'd already made up her mind: she didn't want her husband or her son

anymore. Why would she care what Sallie thought of her?

When Jessica remained silent, Sallie's irritation only deepened. Huffing, she snapped, "I'm calling Timothy right now. I'll tell him to dump you!"

With that, Sallie whipped out her phone.

Jessica didn't move. If Sallie really could convince Timothy to leave her, so much the better. She wanted the divorce anyway.

The call connected quickly.

Jessica at the hospital, was

she's planning to go. Didn't even bother to greet me. I tried talking to her, but she ignored me. Henry's still in the hospital and instead

out all her pent-up anger

tone cool, "Keep an eye on her. Don't

mocking smirk.

gaze, an ironic smile

of the same mother-and Sallie doted on her brother with almost blinding devotion. Timothy was her pride and

never given Jessica so much as a

treated her like family, loving her as she would an older sister, never once losing her temper or holding a

winter when Sallie was in a minor car accident and fractured her leg. Henry was just a few months old, and Timothy was out of town. Jessica moved into Sallie's loft with the baby, cooking and cleaning, taking care

matter how much she gave, it never melted

was done trying to win over people who

beside Jessica, parking neatly

stepped out, and Sallie hurried to

her face. You'd think I owed

the car door shut and strode toward Jessica, every bit as striking and dignified as the day he'd walked up to her and asked if she would