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

enough, Everett replied

them lessons. Just finished a meeting, I'm in the car.] As he recounted his whereabouts, Dorothy felt a pang of nostalgia, almost

wanted to 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 message, and two kids as the

what Dorothy told herself

seeing that Everett had said all there was to say, Dorothy

message from

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

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