Chapter 70

Jessica exited the page without reading a single word of the message.

Still, the image of Sheila's long, straight black hair lingered stubbornly in her mind.

She had the same kind of hair-glossy, dark, and perfectly straight.

Back when things were good, Timothy used to love playing with her hair, always saying how beautiful it was, how much he liked it...

But some things just can't bear close scrutiny.

Seven years-seven whole years. If she'd only paid a little more attention, maybe she would have seen everything sooner.

Her throat tightened, a choking sensation making it hard to breathe.

Love really does blind you, makes you rush headlong into disaster.

Timothy couldn't get in touch with Jessica.

Instead, he asked Mabel when Jessica had left and checked which flights she might have taken, then headed to the airport ahead of time.

There were only two possible flights she could be on.

He waited until the second flight landed, but Jessica never appeared.

Standing by the arrivals gate, Timothy's brow was drawn tight with worry.

grandfather was unwell,

knew what was going on and didn't press for

there, Timothy decided to use the opportunity

respectful their marriage was, he'd have

forward to meeting Jessica and had even

Sheila called him.

you find Jessica

"No."

you think she

voice was sharper than he meant, betraying his frustration. This was

off guard by his

"Sorry, I just... I'm a bit worried about Jessica. I shouldn't have

Timothy realize he'd spoken too

not blaming you. She can't

she always brought a notepad and pen. If she didn't feel like

but maybe check with Mabel again, or have your

"Alright."

you go—you're

Timothy immediately called his

check if my wife booked

his phone back into his pocket but kept his eyes glued to the airport exit,

half an hour later, Allen's

I've checked-all recent flights show no bookings for Mrs.

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