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.

once told her that if she wanted to prolong a conversation, she should keep asking questions. After all, if someone wants to keep talking to you,

Everett

hotel. I've arranged for a tutor to give them lessons. Just finished a meeting, I'm in the car.] As he recounted his whereabouts, Dorothy felt a pang of nostalgia, almost as if they

ask Everett if he would go along with his father’s wishes to be with Quincy, but she knew

now, she was content with this dynamic—ex-wife and ex-husband, the occasional WhatsApp

least, that was what Dorothy

Everett had said all there was to say, Dorothy was

message from Everett popped

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 Everett

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