Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Bryant, but I'll be fine if I just stick to some light food. My brother and I are actually leaving tonight to visit our mother abroad, so there's no need to trouble a doctor right now. If I'm still not feeling well after we land, I'll see someone over there."

Mrs. Bryant nodded, her expression still full of care. "You only just got back today, and of course you should see your mother. She's probably been worried sick waiting for you. By the way, do your parents know you're home?"

"Not yet," Jessica replied with a smile. "I want to surprise her in person."

Middleton seized the opportunity to interject, "How about this-why don't you let Yates go with you? He can visit your mother on behalf of both me and Mrs. Bryant. I heard him say just the other day that he's got some international film investments to discuss, so it works out perfectly."

He turned to Yates, eyebrows raised. "Isn't that right? You're heading over there for those investment meetings?"

"I..." Yates hesitated. That wasn't part of his plan at all.

But Middleton's pointed look made it clear this wasn't a request.

Changing tack, Yates said, "Yes, I do have a few film investments to discuss. Vince, let's travel together."

Mrs. Bryant silently applauded her son-what a clever, perceptive young man, always quick to catch on to what his parents wanted.

Vince checked their flight details and had Yates book a seat on the same plane.

He knew exactly what Mr. and Mrs. Bryant were thinking. Letting Yates come along was a chance for him to meet Vince's parents and discuss the pending engagement. Jessy didn't approve of the arrangement, and neither did Yates, so having a frank conversation beforehand would make things much easier with the Bryants.

At 11 p.m., the three of them boarded an overnight flight abroad.

As the plane took off, Jessica felt her heart race with excitement.

She was finally going to see her mother again-the mother who had missed her so much that her health had suffered.

"Vince, I saw a picture of Mom at home today. She was so beautiful when she was young."

she was. How else could she have had

with his sister safely by his side, he felt

seat wasn't next to theirs. He ended up on the opposite side of the cabin,

hadn't spoken much to him all evening. The distance between them felt almost like

the meal was nearly over that Yates realized Jessica had no memories from childhood. That must be why, after living so close to home

hadn't been together, yet their bond was instantly strong once they learned they

he and Vince were always playing games with her. Now, it felt like

because, lately, he hadn't looked out for her the way Vince did. Even when

the start, willing to stand

as meddling,

for men like him to have more than one

Yates felt nothing but

Jessica wasn't just anybody.

Salome-the girl they'd all adored as kids. He, Vince, Timothy, even

who'd take the blame when they got into trouble. With

among them, had always

met her again, she hadn't spoken at all. Now, hearing her soft, gentle voice, he realized

conversation faded, and when he glanced over, Jessica

a blanket and carefully draped it over her, his movements tender

had a chance to talk

since learning the

about Jessica's identity that

afternoon.

And a

the right place for

conversation.

a knot of frustration tightening in his chest.