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.

to keep the dialogue going, she typed out: [Are you with Abigail and Langston?] Karen had once told her that if she wanted to

enough, Everett replied

to give them lessons. Just finished a meeting, I'm in the car.] As he recounted

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

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

Dorothy told herself

all there was to say, Dorothy was

then another message from

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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