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."

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

like someone had switched off the lights. Jessica

on the line stretched out; he could

to the old house, I found out from Grandpa that he

he'd chased after her to apologize, but she wouldn't forgive him, no matter what he

line. "After all this time, now you remember you misjudged me? Now you want

this?"

you delete

No way.

He couldn't do it.

to know she was

Jessica's tone turned

of

are they?"

allowed to

Yates had told him he was selfish, that he

was why

He needed to change.

it" His words came

but softened immediately.

go a little

I do?"

the old her

and walls, every word cutting him to the