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."

a little fake? Mr. Lawson, we're getting divorced. Why did you post our marriage certificate? Didn't you use to blame me for making our marriage public? You accused me of things I

barrage left his mind blank, like someone had switched

the line stretched out;

wrong to blame you for posting the marriage certificate before. That weekend, when I called you back to the old house, I found out from

apologize, but

now you remember you misjudged me? Now you want to

not do this?"

can you

No way.

He couldn't do it.

the world to know she

turned mocking. "See?

of

are they?"

allowed to

he was selfish, that he and Jessica saw the

that was why she

He needed to change.

it" His words came

but softened immediately.

a little easier

I do?"

missed the old

this version, all thorns and walls, every word cutting him to the