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."

you post our marriage certificate? Didn't you use to blame me for making our marriage public? You accused me of things I never

left his mind blank, like someone had

the line stretched out; he

called you back to the old house, I found out from Grandpa that he was the one who made it public. It had nothing to do with you. I'm

chased after her to apologize, but she

dry laugh drifted down the line. "After all this time, now you remember you misjudged me? Now you want to

we please not do this?" His heart could hardly

can you

No way.

He couldn't do it.

wanted the world to

Jessica's tone turned mocking. "See? You're always

of

are they?"

allowed to ask

had told him he was selfish, that he and

was why she

He needed to change.

delete it" His words came

but softened

a little easier

I do?"

missed the old her so

and walls, every word cutting