Jessica raised her hand, her tone calm and distant. “I have things to do.”
“Go ahead, then,” Timothy replied, making no attempt to stop her.
They hardly exchanged a handful of words, yet there was no anger between them—for once, a rare and fragile sort of peace.
Perhaps that was why Timothy didn’t dwell on it. He simply assumed she’d come for a follow-up on her throat.
Afterward, he headed to the DNA testing center and handed over the paperwork.
He’d provided a hair sample, but even with rush processing, it would take two or three business days.
The staff told him they'd text when the results were ready, so he could come pick up the paternity report in person.
With that done, Timothy had the driver take him to Jessica’s apartment complex.
When they arrived, he didn’t get out. Instead, he sat in the car, staring up at her floor from the parking lot.
He stayed there for a full hour before finally telling the driver to take him back to the Howard family home.
Abell and Sandra, unable to contain their eagerness to see Jessica, were waiting when Timothy returned. As soon as he walked in, Sandra approached him. “You’re well enough to use a wheelchair now. Why don’t you go and bring Jessica home?”
“She’s still upset. It’s not that easy,” Timothy said. He wanted to bring Jessica back, but she simply hadn’t given him the chance.
Sandra looked at him sternly. “If she’s upset, then apologize. Married couples should never let a grudge last overnight.”
But their problems weren’t as simple as a quick apology.
“We’ll see,” he said quietly.
Sandra pressed on. “You’ve been married for seven years, and you still won’t let me meet your wife. Your mom never got the chance to meet her, but you should at least let your grandma see her—let me help your mother, in a way, by meeting her daughter-in-law.”
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