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.

could, a

Timothy's eye.

just how much he'd

"Jessy!"

in that familiar yet foreign voice,

found Jessica's ears. She turned toward the

was Timothy, kneeling just outside the iron fence, his dark hair dusted

if it had turned

moment, her heart pausing before

steady beat.

out to Vince and Yates,

to come

Vince said, wrapping an

siblings turned to

gripping the wrought-iron

wait-please! I need to talk to

Jessica stopped, turning back.

quickly shrugging off his coat and

she might get

something to say, say it. Everyone's waiting for us to

her eyes as soft and as cold-as the

almost melodic, but every

like a stone.

had waited for him at home every

many nights and days they could have spent

face felt like

"I'm sorry."

else?

as if she

at

you'd

of

I've come to take