Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Timothy scrolled through Twitter, reading the flood of comments people were posting.

This is completely off-base, he thought, frustration knotting in his chest.

If Jessica saw all this, she'd be furious.

He started typing up a tweet, preparing to set the record straight. He'd only gotten

a few words out when his phone buzzed in his hand.

Jessica was calling.

His heart thudded so hard it felt like it might leap right out of his chest.

He fumbled to answer.

"Mr. Lawson."

The formal edge in her voice caught him off-guard, lodging in his throat like a fishbone.

"I'm here," he replied, his voice tight.

Jessica sounded cold and annoyed. "Really working the publicity angle, aren't you? Don't you think it's pretty low, using even a disabled person to get attention?"

So she'd seen everything, just as he'd feared.

Timothy let out a shaky breath. "It's not what you think. I— I only found out today that you invested in the film. I tweeted about it after seeing the director's post this morning. I just wanted to help promote the movie."

Why did you post our marriage certificate? Didn't you use to blame me for making our

left his mind blank, like someone had switched off the lights. Jessica waited for

the line stretched out; he

marriage certificate before. That weekend, when I called you back to the old house, I found out from Grandpa that he was the one who made it public. It had nothing

he'd chased after her to apologize, but she wouldn't forgive

this time, now you remember you misjudged me? Now you want to apologize? Your apologies are worthless, Mr.

not do this?" His

can you delete your

No way.

He couldn't do it.

wanted the world to

could reply, Jessica's tone turned mocking. "See? You're always the

of

are they?"

to

selfish, that he and

that was why she was leaving

He needed to change.

delete it" His

softened immediately.

go a little easier

I do?"

missed the old

thorns and walls, every word cutting him