When Dorothy woke up, the night had already wrapped the world outside in its dark embrace.

Stretching languidly, she rose from the bed. Her legs were still tingling with a residual soreness, but at least she could walk now.

Stepping out of the bedroom, the first floor was deserted, with only a single lamp casting a warm glow in the living room—it seemed like no one from upstairs had ventured down in quite some time.

As she reached the stairwell, the sounds of playful commotion drifted down from above. Everett was up there, his patience a well from which Abigail and Langston drew joyously. Each question they posed was met with careful attention, and Everett's answers were thorough, a testament to his commitment to their curiosity.

the Lopez Corporation, loads of work had awaited him, yet here he was

movement, Everett looked toward

only a mountain of toys—no forts or anything too

hungry?" "Not really." Dorothy's appetite was modest,

relief as the progress bar on his computer finally hit 100%. He turned to share his triumph with Everett, only to catch the intimate moment between his parents. He scrunched his face and turned back to his screen, muttering something on his

a gentle question. "Mommy and I are visiting Saint Cathedral tomorrow

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