Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Yates spoke with an easy, indifferent air. "Figure out who you're looking for before

you accuse me of stealing your woman."

Vince couldn't help but silently give Yates a nod of approval.

It was the kind of question Timothy simply couldn't answer.

He could only try to find his wife, Jessica.

But when he arrived at the Zimmerman house, there was no one named Jessica.

He asked for Salome, but Salome had nothing to do with him.

Timothy's expression darkened. "So you're against me too?"

"No," Yates replied calmly, "I'm just trying to protect my fiancée. Timothy, if you

can't answer that question, you should go. Your wife isn't here. The only people in

this house are Vince's sister, Mrs. Zimmerman's daughter, and my fiancée."

Inside the house, Jessica and Mrs. Zimmerman emerged from the study. Zachary

set a steaming dish on the dining table and called out, "Salome, your brother and

Yates are outside. Go call them in for dinner."

"Okay."

Jessica opened the front door, surprised to see snow quietly falling outside.

Wonder lit up her delicate features.

She tilted her head back, gazing up at the sky.

She hadn't even looked toward the front gate yet.

she could, a familiar figure unexpected and

Timothy's eye.

did he realize just how much

"Jessy!"

spoken in that familiar yet foreign voice, cut

Jessica's ears. She turned

kneeling just outside the iron fence, his dark hair

if it had turned

her heart pausing before settling

steady beat.

calling out

me to come

go," Vince said, wrapping an arm protectively around

turned

feet, gripping the wrought-iron gate with both

need to talk

Jessica stopped, turning back.

his coat and draping it over

might get

it. Everyone's waiting for us to

soft and as

almost melodic, but every

like a stone.

time, she had waited for him at home every

many nights and days they could have spent together.

even seeing her face

"I'm sorry."

else? Dinner's

tone as detached as if she were

day at

you'd stay home

of

I've come