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."

marriage certificate? Didn't you use to blame me for making our marriage public? You accused me of things I never did—and now you think it's fine to post my photo without asking? Did you ever

mind blank, like someone had switched off the lights. Jessica

silence on the line stretched out; he could

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

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

this time, now you remember you misjudged me? Now you want to apologize?

do this?" His heart could hardly take

you

No way.

He couldn't do it.

wanted the world to know

reply, Jessica's tone turned mocking. "See?

of

are they?"

allowed to ask

told him he was selfish,

why she was

He needed to change.

delete it" His words

but softened immediately.

a little easier

I do?"

old her so

and walls, every