Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Being the "brother-in-law" was never an easy road.

Forget it. He'd just have to rely on himself.

By the time they reached the hospital, Yates went to collect all sorts of samples. The process dragged on, and it was already late when they finished.

"Vince, let's take Jessy out for dinner tonight-and maybe a walk. She's been cooped up at home for days; it's getting stifling."

"Sure," Vince agreed, thinking it was about time Jessica got some fresh air too. Night fell.

Dawn was breaking in Riverside City.

Timothy opened his eyes and realized he was in a hospital room.

Suddenly, he remembered his phone.

His blood had gotten on Jessy's face he needed to clean it up.

He reached for his phone and only then noticed his upper body was bare-his shirt must've been taken off. Sitting up, he spotted the phone on the bedside table. He grabbed it and lit up the screen.

There, on the screen, was a photo of Jessica. The dried blood had turned black, staining her face in the picture.

He pulled a few tissues from the box, went into the bathroom, and dampened them under the tap. Carefully, he wiped the caked blood from the phone's screen.

Jessica's smiling face emerged again, bright and clear. Timothy's lips curved unconsciously into a faint, wistful smile.

He left the bathroom, flopped onto the hospital bed, and just lay there, staring at Jessica's photo.

to find more photos of her. But as he scrolled through his phone, it hit him: in seven years of marriage, they'd never taken a single picture together. He'd never taken any candid shots

vanished from Timothy's

license, she'd said

that now, his

he couldn't cheer her up, he'd looked at their enlarged license photo hanging on the wall and, feeling irritated, took it down

those wedding photos, she ignored him— wouldn't

she'd first talked about moving out, but even then, he

it started

out for a long

apologizing properly, lost his temper, and dismissed her feelings as nothing more than e unreasonable complaints, thinking she just

Now, looking back, he

supposedly unbreakable marriage, had been held together by

power drill were

pictures

found a photo

with him, her smile

nine-photo grid, and his gaze stopped on

shot-one of the faces looked oddly

remembered: that was the director Yates had mentioned, the one behind

on his phone-the director was currently doing

that was his name. And he was

bolt upright in

only taken that

Vince invested in