Then, Dorothy saw Everett's name changed into the “typing...” indicator.

But nothing came through, and it reverted to just his name.

A few seconds later, the typing resumed.

Dorothy waited with bated breath, curious about what he might have to say, so she kept the chat open, her gaze fixed on the screen.

After what seemed like an eternity of indecision, Everett finally sent a message.

[Sorry, sent it by accident.] [Oh] She half-expected Everett to use the kids as a shield, claiming they were messing around with his phone.

Dorothy's eyes lingered on her own response, the single “Oh,” feeling as though the conversation had crashed and burned.

her that if she wanted to prolong a conversation, she should keep asking questions.

enough, Everett replied

in the car.] As

would go along with his father’s wishes to be with

dynamic—ex-wife and ex-husband, the occasional WhatsApp

what Dorothy told

had said all there was to say, Dorothy was about to

message from Everett

a moment, then replied: [Aren't they busy with their tutor? I don’t want to interrupt. Just sneak me some videos.] [Alright] She arrived at her apartment and fixed herself a simple meal. As she pulled her laptop out of her bag, she inadvertently caught sight of the antacids

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