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.

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

enough, Everett replied

for a tutor to give them lessons. Just finished a meeting, I'm in the

his father’s wishes to be with

and ex-husband, the occasional WhatsApp message, and two

what Dorothy told herself to ease

had said all there

then another message from Everett

pondering for 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

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