Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Why do you keep pressing about this?"

Vince's irritation was palpable. "Is it because you realize you couldn't keep it hidden and now you want to dig for answers? How do you even have the nerve?"

He still wasn't satisfied, and pressed on, "Did you really think you could keep this a secret? She knows what she looked like as a kid, doesn't she? Even if you manage to hide it for a while, she'll find out sooner or later. So tell me when did you find out?"

"You still haven't answered my question."

Timothy's expression remained unreadable, calm as ever.

"You're always like this. If I don't talk, you won't either, is that it?”

"That's right."

Vince was so angry it made his chest ache.

"Fine, I'll spell it out. It's just—she looks alike. There are plenty of shows about kids separated from their families, lost and found. Jessy does paper-cutting, my grandfather loves paper-cutting, and then she's taken Daisy as her goddaughter. She's got this strange connection to our family."

Timothy wasn't feeling well; his body was weak and his mind wasn't as sharp as usual.

A server brought over their coffees. Timothy took his cup and sipped.

Yates noticed a deep indentation on the first knuckle of Timothy's right index finger, a trace of blood seeping out.

Yates pressed his lips together. Just how tightly had Timothy been clenching his fist?

Timothy drank several mouthfuls of coffee in a row.

points, on the face of

Sheila could see everything, and Yates had even commented on

you strung all three things together, something

reminded her

never have suspected anything.

there were two key

you're looking for is right under your

special connection with the Zimmerman

planted the doubt

his biological daughter, confirmed the birthmark, and made a phone call. At that point, even

Timothy was still lost in thought, Yates spoke up, "Vince, don't

that. When he'd called Sheila to go to the hospital and check on Timothy,

he thought about it, those seemingly casual comments were exactly what

anxious, "Tell me, when did you find out? Did you let Sheila

thin line. That day at the hospital, when he'd gotten the DNA results,

few words, then Sheila had gone off to find her

up. "I have something to take

place to ask for her childhood photos, she said she couldn't find

Vince's question

You told him exactly what

he's younger-I

his coffee. "From what you were saying, I'd bet Sheila knew exactly what she was doing. She deliberately dropped hints for you that day-she's a lot more calculating than she lets

off-do you think he's going to

up on the