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.

another word, Timothy left the

then made her

the hallway, expecting he would return any

striding out of

What is he thinking?!

going to see

could practically hear her own

was immaculate -tailored suits, clean-shaven, not a hair out of place, shirts pressed to perfection. There was never so much as a wrinkle

he was frantic about Jessica. All those little things

might have found it easy

But this was Timothy.

nails digging into her

hurried to the

her forehead struck the handrail. Blood streamed down her face, and stars burst before

for her phone and dialed Timothy's

curb when Sheila's name flashed on

to tell her to check into a hotel for the night when her

where did you go? I tried to catch up but I couldn't... I was in such a hurry, I missed a

thin, hard line. After

up, a satisfied look

to find the afternoon sun already

glanced at her phone-one missed call,