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

Timothy's eye.

realize just

"Jessy!"

in that familiar yet

found Jessica's ears. She

outside the iron

as if it had

a moment, her

steady beat.

to the doorway, calling out to Vince and Yates,

me to

go," Vince said, wrapping an arm protectively around

siblings turned to head

feet, gripping the

need to

Jessica stopped, turning back.

his coat and draping it over

she might get

you have something to say, say it. Everyone's

her eyes as soft and as cold-as the falling

but every word landed on

like a stone.

time, she had waited

and days

seeing her face felt

"I'm sorry."

else? Dinner's getting

if she were speaking to

at

me you'd stay home

of reflection. The

yet. I've come to take