Lost Me Gained Regret

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Each time I thought of Timothy’s words, it felt different. It wasn’t that he disapproved of Bryant’s relationship with Margaret because he found her too cunning, but it felt utterly different today. What on earth had Margaret said to Timothus

As the car pulled into the Ferguson Mansion, I got off and went to the door when Bryant caught up, wrapping me in his arms.

I froze, his head buried in my shoulder, his voice vulnerable. “Jane, stay with me tonight, please. Just one night. Please!”

The memory of the medical report I stumbled upon in the study earlier that day flashed through my mind, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of empathy. “Okay.”

The atmosphere in the Ferguson Mansion was heavy, missing only Timothy, but his absence made the house feel eerily empty that night.

After a hot shower, I returned to the bedroom to find Bryant missing. Later, as I was drifting off, someone snuggled up behind me, and without turning around, I knew it him. For some reason, every move Bryant made tonight seemed laced with sadness.

“Are you asleep?” his forehead pressed lightly against my head, his voice low.

staying still, and then I heard his voice, filled with defeat. “Jane, I must have

to say as Margaret’s terrible lies and acting came to mind,

voice was hoarse, “Did Grandpa

told grandpa, that while he was fighting

I could be. My

deep.

voice was all regret. “I just thought to calm her down before

doesn’t matter now.” I didn’t want to speak harshly anymore, stating, “You shouldn’t be apologizing to me.

some silence, he said, “I owe you and Grandpa an

bitterness, I pulled away from him, lying back and staring at

knew who “she” was without

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guard, Bryant took a long moment