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.

had once told her that if she wanted to prolong a conversation, she should

Everett

meeting, I'm in the car.] As he recounted his whereabouts, Dorothy felt

really wanted to ask Everett if he would go along with his father’s wishes to be with

content with this dynamic—ex-wife and ex-husband, the occasional WhatsApp message, and two kids as the link between

Dorothy told

ask and seeing that Everett had said all there was to

then another message

Just sneak me some videos.] [Alright] She arrived at her apartment and fixed herself a simple meal. As she pulled her laptop out of

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