Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 114

Timothy was already far down the road.

Sheila stood where she was, helpless and rooted to the spot.

He really was growing more and more concerned about Jessica.

Seven years had changed so many things.

Timothy tracked down Jessica's attending physician and finally learned the truth: Jessica had gone into shock from extreme fright.

The police had found her in her hotel room and brought her straight to the hospital.

The tight knot in Timothy's chest loosened, just a little.

He remembered, vaguely, a night years ago. A thunderstorm had raged outside, and they'd been curled up in bed. Jessica had clung to him so tightly, trembling. For once, she'd been the one to pull him in for a kiss, her hands tangled in his hair. Even afterwards, she'd stayed wrapped around him like ivy.

He'd never realized, until now, how afraid she was of storms.

Last night's thunderstorm was the worst in years-lightning webbing across the sky, thunder shaking the windows.

It was no wonder Jessica had been so terrified she'd gone into shock.

A pang of regret stabbed through Timothy.

He should have come straight here the moment his flight was canceled at the airport. Should have hired a helicopter if he had to.

word, Timothy left the

collect herself, then made her way back up

expecting

saw him striding out of the hospital, still wearing the patient

What is he thinking?!

really going to see Jessica looking like

hear her own

immaculate -tailored suits, clean-shaven, not a hair out of place, shirts pressed to perfection.

All those little things he used to care about gone,

else, Sheila might

But this was Timothy.

fists, nails

later, she made up her mind, hurried to

cruel twist of fate, her forehead struck the handrail. Blood streamed down her

her

taxi at the curb when Sheila's name flashed on his screen.

was about to tell her to check into a hotel for the night when her voice came

was in such a hurry, I missed a step and fell down the stairs. I hit my head and twisted my ankle. It

a thin, hard line. After

satisfied look on her

woke to find the afternoon sun already fading beyond the window. It

glanced at her phone-one missed call, from