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.

Langston?] Karen had once told her that if she wanted to prolong a conversation, she should keep asking questions. After all, if

Everett

I'm in the car.] As he recounted his whereabouts, Dorothy felt a pang of nostalgia, almost as if they

wishes to be with Quincy, but she knew that asking would tear down

the occasional WhatsApp message, and two

that was what Dorothy told herself to

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

then another message

her head, 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

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